The one who lives in the race,
that lady knows it,
the one who lives in the race,
the virgin of anguish,
if I really love you,
if I really love you.
A watchman fell asleep
on the white cross of the neighborhood,
a watchman fell asleep.
And the cross called out to him,
serene what he comes he Come on,
Serene what he comes he day.
You don't know what I love you,
Granada of my soul,
I love you because I love you,
that you are light and joy,
land of art and mystery,
the orchard of Andalusia.