Por el agua de Granada sólo reman los suspiros.

Baladilla de los tres ríos

A Salvador Quintero

Guadalquivir

winds between the oranges and olives

Granada’s two rivers

flow from snow to wheat.

O, my love

you went and you never came home.

Guadalquivir
whose beard flows with garnets

Granada’s two rivers

tears and blood.

O, my love

you vanished in thin air.

At Seville

the sailing ships

ride in the roads

the waters of Granada

rowed only by sighs.

O, my love

you went and you never came home.

Guadalquivir

high tower

the wind among the orange groves

Dauro and Genil

little towers

dead above the pools.

O, my love

you vanished in thin air.

Who can say

what floats in the waters?

a will o’ the wisp

of screams.

O, my love

you went and you never came home.

Olives and orange blossom

Andalusia

carry into your sea.

O, my love

you vanished in thin air.

FGL (1931)

PSY (Jan. 2025)

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