Because you behaved so badly with me
even your saint's name I forgot.
Oh, but it can't be so,
everything will be the same if I see you again!
Gipsy girl, your 'zambra' the Alhambra is telling about it,
'cause that Moorish King, when he left, he began to weep.
There is nothing in Granada that can forget your zambra,
Christians and Moors made it from the same melody.
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I want to live in Granada so I can hear
the bell of the Vela when I go to sleep.
Oh, God forbid, if just like that, I won't hear it!
Spain is the pretty bride of Andalusian chant:
'la copla', a glorious path passing along a cross; 2.
the dancing, an skirt commotion in the blue sky,
and in the middle of the sky, gypsy girl, dancing are you.
Oh, but it can't be so,
everything we'll be the same if I see you again!