Из альбома: Classics
Your memories of ebony
and perfume are sleeping
in your rooms,
full of tenderness,
my beloved Alhambra
You saw a thousand loves
be born within you,
lights which caress
from your windows,
despaired Alhambra
Your dreams shine
in a sea of stars
and the moon sings
your silence, Alhambra
Tears of ivy
weep for the vanquished,
between sword and rose
your olives grow,
my beloved Alhambra
Saved in my memory
you savour of moon,
shining over the village
like the sun, Alhambra
I dream of Alhambra,
my beloved Alhambra