Granada, tierra soñada por mí,
Mi cantar, hecho de fantasía,
mi cantar, flor de melancolía,

mi cantar se vuelve gitano
que yo te vengo a dar.

cuando es para ti.

Granada, tierra ensangrentada
 mujer que conserva el embrujo
de los ojos moros.
 cubierta de flores,
y beso tu boca de grana,

que me habla de amores.
jugosa manzana

De sueño, rebelde, gitana

en tardes de toros,
 
Granada, manola, cantada

de rosas de suave fragancia
 no tengo otra cosa que darte
que le dieran marco a la Virgen morena.

que un ramo de rosas,

en coplas preciosas,

Granada, tu tierra está llena
de lindas mujeres, de sangre y de sol.

Granada, land of my dreams,
my song becomes like a gypsy song
when I sing it for you.
My song, made of fantasy,
my song, flower of melancholy,
which I have come to give to you.

 

Granada, land bloodstained
in bullfighting afternoons,
women who have kept the enchantment
of Moorish eyes.
Rebel gypsy of my dreams
covered in flowers,
and I kiss your lips of scarlet
like a juicy apple,
that talks to me of love.

 

Granada, praised in couplets
of precious rhyme,
I have nothing to give you
 

but a bouquet of roses,
softly fragrant roses that could
make a frame for the black Virgin.

Granada, land full of
beautiful women, of blood and of sun

text and music: Agustín Lara