Music and lyrics by Agustín Lara
Translation by Coby Lubliner
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Granada, tierra soñada por mí,
mi cantar se vuelve gitano cuando es para ti; mi cantar, hecho de fantasía, mi cantar, flor de melancolía, que yo te vengo a dar. Granada, tierra ensangrentada en tardes de toros; mujer que conserva el embrujo de los ojos moros. Te sueño rebelde y gitana cubierta de flores, y beso tu boca de grana, jugosa manzana, que me habla de amores. Granada, manola cantada en coplas preciosas; no tengo otra cosa que darte que un ramo de rosas, de rosas, de suave fragancia, que le dieran marco a la Virgen Morena. Granada, tu tierra está llena de lindas mujeres, de sangre y de sol. |
Granada, land I’ve
been dreaming about, When my song’s for you it turns into A Gypsy-like shout. It’s my song, made of a dreamer’s folly, Yes, my song, flower of melancholy, That I now bring to you. Granada, your soil is made bloody By men and bulls fighting; A woman whose Moorish eyes give her A charm that’s exciting. Rebellious Gypsy in my dreaming, All covered with flowers, I kiss your red mouth that’s so gleaming, A ripe apple, seeming To speak love for hours. Granada, with beautiful rhymes, like A girl, poets sing you; Except for a plain bunch of roses I’ve nothing to bring you; Of roses with fragrance so mild that They could be a frame for the dark Holy Virgin. Granada, your soil is submerged in A sea of great beauties, Of blood and of sun. |
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