Spain

In Seville,

where the roses bloom

under the sky

every day,

come. Everything brightens

'neath our feet.

Pleasure does not fear

the light.

Oh sun, your bright beams

awaken us and

make to bloom, oh joy,

your vermilion flower.

You alone fill

souls with passion

and make eyes

of flames!

Burning like them,

how beautiful the nights!

The star twinkling

in the black sky

laughs 'neath

the evening's mantilla.

Not a single star

is veiled in shadow.

Perfumes in the air, songs,

girls and boys

barely touching the space,

embrace

and rock each other

in a happy dream that passes,

sweet flower

whose heart

remains fresh for a long time.

Do you hear this joyful, clear noise?

The whole city is celebrating!

The banderilla glistens in the air,

the gleaming espada makes ready,

and the bull leaps like a lightning bolt.

Olé! Alza! Anda!

In Seville, where

the roses bloom...

Come, the swallows

have spread their wings,

the laughing city

with the pure sky

has put on

its azure mantilla.

Not a single star

is veiled in shadow.

Perfumes in the air, songs,

girls and boys

barely touching the space,

embrace

and rock each other

in a happy dream that passes,

and sweetly

fleeing...

Let us live

'neath this shining sky!

Everything is intoxicating!

Oh! It's there! Olé, Ah! Ah!