<strong>English Translation</strong>Tree, tree
dry and green.The girl with the pretty faceis out picking olives.The wind, playboy of towers,grabs her around the waist.Four riders passed by
on Andalusian ponies,with blue and green jacketsand big, dark capes."Come to Cordoba, muchacha."The girl won't listen to them.Three young bullfighters passed,slender in the waist,with jackets the color of orangesand swords of ancient silver."Come to Sevilla, muchacha."The girl won't listen to them.When the afternoon had turned
dark brown, with scattered light,a young man passed by, wearingroses and myrtle of the moon."Come to Granada, inuchacha."And the girl won't listen to him.The girl with the pretty face
keeps on picking oliveswith the grey arm of the windwrapped around her waist.
Tree, tree
dry and green.