Saturday Paseo: Adelina

Oranges

do not grow in the sea

neither is there love in Sevilla.

You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot,

loan me your parasol.

I'll wear my jealous reflection,

juice of lemon and lime-

and your words,

your sinful little words-

will swim around awhile.

Oranges

do not grow in the sea,

Ay, love!

And there is no love in Sevilla!