Текст и перевод песни Pedro Vargas - Granada (remastered)

Granada (remastered)

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 (remastered)

Granada, my land of dreams,
My song becomes Gypsy-like when it's for you,
My song made of fantasy,
My song, flower of melancholy,
That I’ve come to give you.

Granada,
Land stained with blood
On bullfighting afternoons.
Woman who retains the spell
Of Moorish eyes;
I dream you rebellious and Gypsy-like,
Covered in flowers,
And I kiss your crimson mouth,
Juicy apple
That whispers of love to me.

Granada, flamenco girl,
Sung about in beautiful couplets,
I have nothing else to give you
But a bouquet of roses,
Of roses with a soft fragrance,
That would frame the dark-skinned virgin.

Granada,
Your land is full
Of beautiful women,
Of blood and sun.