Lyrics:

Granada, tierra sonada por mi,

mi cantar se vuelve gitano

cuando es para ti.

Mi cantar, hecho de fantasia;

mi cantar, flor de melancolia,

que yo te vengo a dar.

Granada, tierra ensangretada

en tardes de toros,

mujer que conserva el embrujo

de los ojos moros.

De sueno, rebelde, 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 roas,

de rosas de suave fragrancia

que le dieran marco a la Virgen morena.

Granada, tu tierra esta llena

de lindas mujere, de sangre y de sol.



Translation:

Granada, land of my dreams,

mine becomes a gypsy song

when I sing to you.

My song, born of fancy;

my song, melancholy flower,

that I've come to offer you.

Granada, land covered in blood

from the bullfighting afternoons,

woman who retains the spell

of Moorish eyes.

A dream-land, a rebel, a gypsy,

covered with flowers,

and I kiss your scarlet mouth,

juicy apple

that tells me about love affairs.

Granada, my beautiful, sung

in precious coplas,

I have nothing else to give you

but a bouquet of roses

worthy of adorning the brown-skinned Virgin.

Granada, your soil is full

of beautiful woman, blood and sunshine.