I see again the large sombreros and the mantillas
I hear the tunes of fandangos and seguidillas
Sung by the dark-haired señoritas
When the moon shines on the plaza
I see again in a bolero, under the arbor
"Carmens" and "Figaros" whose eyes shine
I feel reviving in my heart despite the mountains
A charming memory, ardent like a flower of Spain

I have seen all of Andalusia
Cradle of poetry and love
I have seen, in Seville, in Granada
Serenades given under the towers

I have left the land of the guitar
But its sweet memory wanders in my soul
In a dream often, while my heart beats
It seems I hear softly
A song that comes from there

I see again the large sombreros and the mantillas
I hear the tunes of fandangos and seguidillas
Sung by the dark-haired señoritas
When the moon shines on the plaza
I see again in a bolero, under the arbors
"Carmens" and "Figaros" whose eyes shine
I feel reviving in my heart despite the mountains
A charming memory, ardent like a flower of Spain

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