Clavel Sevillano - Javier Solis

Murcia es un rosal, es un cantar

Rinconcito del que Dios no se olvidó

Y que tiene luz, y tiene sol

Tiene espinitas de quejumbre para cada flor

Murcia es la rosa de España ay, ay, ay

Murcia es la rosa de grana, ay, ay, ay

Son las mujeres de Murcia floración

De rosas en botón que clavan sus espinas

Porque tiene tu suelo más rosas que un mantón

Es un puñado de flores bajo el sol

Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura

Deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí

Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura

Deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí

Murcia is a rosebush, it is a song

Little corner that God did not forget

And that it has light, and it has sun

It has whining thorns for each flower

Murcia is the rose of Spain oh, oh, oh

Murcia is the scarlet rose, oh, oh, oh

They are the women of Murcia flowering

Of roses in buttons that stick their thorns

Because your floor has more roses than a shawl

It's a handful of flowers in the sun

And if your kisses are purple petals

Take them apart, put them together, give them all to me

And if your kisses are purple petals

Take them apart, put them together, give them all to me