Many people are familiar with the concert song, written by a Mexican composer Augustin Lara, as a tribute to this vibrant city. Many tenors still use it in an operatically sung style in their recitals.
Granada, land of dreams for me My song becomes gypsy-like When it is for you! My song made of fantasy My song a melancholy flower That I come to give to you.
Granada, blood-stained soil In bullfight afternoons, Women who preserve the enchantment Of Moorish eyes.
I dream of you rebellious gypsy Covered with flowers. And I kiss your scarlet mouth Juicy apple that speaks to me Of love affairs. Granada, lovely woman, sung In precious verses, I have nothing else to give you Than a bouquet of roses,
Of roses of sweet fragrance That framed your brown virgin face.
Granada, your land is full Of lovely women Of blood and sun!”
Possibly this Mexican composer created a fantasy that the city of Granada must now honor and continue to perpetuate. Smacks a little of the Hemingway version of the city as well. The song is known the world over whereas not too many citizens of the world ever actually visit the city.
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