Granada - Alfie Boe

Granada, tierra ensangrentada en tardes de toros;

Mujier que conserva el embrujo de los ojos moros

De sueno 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 ontra cosa que darte que un ramo de rosas

De rosas de suave fragancia

Que le dieran marco a la Virgen Morena

Granada, tu tierra est llena

De lindas mujeres, de sangre y del sol

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 ontra cosa que darte que un ramo de rosas

De rosas de suave fragancia

Que le dieran marco a la Virgen Morena

Granada, tu tierra est llena

De lindas mujeres, de sangre y del sol

Granada, tu tierra est llena

De lindas mujeres, de sangre y del sol

Granada, bloodied land in bullfighting afternoons;

Woman who retains the spell of Moorish eyes

Of a rebellious and gypsy dream, covered in flowers

And I kiss your mouth of juicy apple

that speaks to me of love

Granada, Manola sung in beautiful couplets

I have nothing else to give you than a bouquet of roses

Of softly fragrant roses

That they give a frame to the Brown Virgin

Granada, your land is full

Of pretty women, of blood and of the sun

Rebel and gypsy, covered in flowers

And I kiss your mouth of juicy apple

that speaks to me of love

Granada, Manola sung in beautiful couplets

I have nothing else to give you than a bouquet of roses

Of softly fragrant roses

That they give a frame to the Brown Virgin

Granada, your land is full

Of pretty women, of blood and of the sun

Granada, your land is full

Of pretty women, of blood and of the sun