La Rosa y el Viento - Rocio Jurado

En la Alhambra habia una rosa

Mas bonita que ninguna

La blancura de la fuente

Envidiaba su blancura

De noche, cuando la Alhambra

Se iba vistiendo de luna

Bajaba el viento a Granada

En busca de su hermosura

La rosa se distraia

Oyendo los surtidores

Mientras el viento gemia

De amor en los miradores

Ay, rosa de la Alhambra

Rosa de la moreria!

Hare lo que tu me mandes

Con tal de que seas mia

Manda repicar campanas

Y yo las repicare

Manda que se seque el Darro

Y no volvera a correr

Pero por amor de Dios

Pero por amor de Dios

No me mandes que no te quiera

Porque eso no puedo yo

Paso la reina una tarde

A la vera de la rosa

Si la rosa era de nieve

La reina era mas hermosa

Y, cortandola del tallo

Con mano de terciopelo

En un alfiler

De plata

Se la prendio sobre el pelo

Y por la noche en la Alhambra

Mientras la rosa moria

Llorando en los arrayanes

El viento, triste, decia:

Ay, rosa de la Alhambra

Rosa de la moreria!

Hare lo que tu me mandes

Con tal de seas mia

Manda repicar campanas

Y yo las repicare

Manda que se seque el Darro

Y no volvera a correr

Pero por amor de Dios

Pero por amor de Dios

No mandes que no te quiera

Porque eso no puedo yo

In the Alhambra there was a rose

prettier than any

The whiteness of the source

She envied his whiteness

At night, when the Alhambra

She was dressing in the moon

The wind dropped to Granada

In search of your beauty

The rose was distracted

Listening to the suppliers

While the wind moaned

Of love in the viewpoints

Oh, rose of the Alhambra

Rose of the Moreria!

I will do what you tell me

As long as you're mine

Ring bells

And I will ring them

Order the Darro to dry

And I won't run again

But for God's sake

But for God's sake

Do not tell me not to love you

Because I can't do that

I spend the queen one afternoon

At the side of the rose

If the rose was made of snow

The queen was more beautiful

And, cutting it from the stem

With a velvet hand

on a pin

Silver

He pinned it on his hair

And at night in the Alhambra

while the rose died

Crying in the arrayanes

The wind, sad, said:

Oh, rose of the Alhambra

Rose of the Moreria!

I will do what you tell me

As long as you're mine

Ring bells

And I will ring them

Order the Darro to dry

And I won't run again

But for God's sake

But for God's sake

Do not send that I do not love you

Because I can't do that