Translation of the song lyrics La Rosa y el Viento - Rocio Jurado

La Rosa y el Viento (original)

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

(translation)

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