Lyrics of Granada - Baccara

Granada (original)

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

(translation)

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