ole
Dame los perfumes de sus calles y sus flores
Y la luz de sus mañanas, acuarela de colores
Dame sus ritmos calientes cuando suenan sus guitarras
Y el repique de un gitano cuando está tocando palmas
Dame la alegría de mi Tierra Santa
Y ese "ángel" de mi gente cuando el corazón les canta y dicen
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Mi tierra tiene una gracia que no se pude aguantar
Dame sus sabores a fritura y manzanilla
Y sus fiestas populares que son una maravilla
Dame su belleza hecha de mil razas
Y el valor de sus toreros cuando salen a la plaza
Dame la alegría de mi Tierra Santa
Y ese "ángel" de mi gente cuando el corazón les canta y dicen
Olé, olé, olé, olá
No hay piropo más bonito que te puedan regalar
Y dicen
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Mi tierra tiene una gracia que no se pude aguantar
Lléname los ojos de su cielo azul turquesa
Y la magia de su Luna que te embruja y que te besa
Llévame a caballo por marismas y caminos
A ofrecerle mi cariño a la Virgen del Rocío
Dame la alegría de mi Tierra Santa
Y ese "ángel" de mi gente cuando el corazón les canta y dicen
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Es el grito de mi gente cuando quiere de verdad
Y dicen
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Mi tierra tiene una gracia que no se pude aguantar
Olé, olé, olé, olá
No hay piropo más bonito que te puedan regalar
Y dicen
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Mi tierra tiene una gracia que no se pude aguantar
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Olé, olé
Olé, olé, olé, olá
Es el grito de mi gente cuando quiere de verdad
Olé-olé, olé-olá
Mi tierra tiene una gracia que no se pude aguantar
Olé, olé, olé, olá
No hay piropo más bonito que te puedan regalar
Y dicen
Olé-olé, olé-olá
Mi tierra tiene una gracia que no se pude aguantar
Hooray
Give me the scents of its streets and its flowers
And the light of its mornings, a watercolor of colors
Give me its hot rhythms when the guitars start to play
And the clapping of a gypsy when he's strumming away
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that "angel" of my people when their hearts sing and they say
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
My land has a charm that's hard to withstand
Give me its flavors of fried food and chamomile
And its local festivals that are simply a thrill
Give me its beauty made of a thousand races
And the courage of its bullfighters when they step into the spaces
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that "angel" of my people when their hearts sing and they say
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
There's no compliment more beautiful than one you can get
And they say
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
My land has a charm that's hard to withstand
Fill my eyes with its turquoise blue sky
And the magic of its moon that enchants and kisses you high
Take me horseback through marshes and trails
To offer my love to the Virgin of Rocío without fails
Give me the joy of my Holy Land
And that "angel" of my people when their hearts sing and they say
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
It's the shout of my people when they truly want
And they say
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
My land has a charm that's hard to withstand
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
There's no compliment more beautiful than one you can get
And they say
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
My land has a charm that's hard to withstand
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
It's the shout of my people when they truly want
Hooray-hooray, hooray-hooray
My land has a charm that's hard to withstand
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray
There's no compliment more beautiful than one you can get
And they say
Hooray-hooray, hooray-hooray
My land has a charm that's hard to withstand