Spanish songs in Andalucía

The shooting sites in the days of '39

Oh, please, leave the ventana open

Federico Lorca is dead and gone

Bullet holes in the cemetery walls

The black cars of Guardia civil

Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica

Spanish weeks in my disco casino

The freedom fighters died upon the hill

They sang the red flag

They wore the black one

But after they died it was mockingbird hill

Back home the buses went up in flashes

The Irish tomb was drenched in blood

Spanish bombs shatter the hotels

My señorita's rose was nipped in the bud

The hillsides ring with free the people

Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?

With trenches full of poets

The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line

Spanish bombs rock the province

I'm hearing music from another time

Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava

Spanish songs in Andalucía, mandolina (oh mi corazón)

Spanish songs in Granada (oh mi corazón)