Sun that shines on the crystal beads
of my joyful Andalusia,
a bouquet of carnations
is the land of Almeria.
There I saw the first light
and I started to hum,
and until the day I die
I have to sing to it.
Almeria, an immense coral
is your beautiful bay.
Almeria, your Virgin of the Sea is
my star and my guide.
Almeria, love paradise,
your women are flowers.
Your light alcazaba
and your Andalusian charm.
You're a moor queen
for the Spaniards.
The grapes are little lights
detached from sky
that go everywhere
spreading your charm.
The metals of your core
are your glory and your splendor.
You're the best of Spain
Almeria of my love.