I come from Ronda,
looking for what’s mine,
the flower of the people,
the may flower,
green, white and green.
Oh, how beautiful,
see it in the air,
taking away the sorrows,
taking away the hunger,
green, white and green.
I love my land
and I fight for it.
My hope
is it’s flag,
green, white and green,
green, white and green.
~ ~ ~
How joyful sing
the swallows.
Land without exploiters,
blooming land,
green, white and green.
How shine
the poppies
of Andalucía,
workers of
green, white and green.
I love my land
and I fight for it.
My hope
is it’s flag,
green, white and green,
green, white and green.