Lost In Alhambra - Luis Eduardo Aute

Once upon a time

A purple moon awakened

Over cypresses and chimes

The air breathed April orange blossoms

Cinnamon and crime

A silver light

Beheld the sight

Of Moorish towers dripping water gardens

Under the old Alhambra night

Walking all alone

I knew about the spell of being

A sultan on his throne

The fragile soul of beauty

And the spirit of the unknown

The excited breath

Of love and death

The raving visions of bewildered passions

Written on the starry breadth

Lost in La Alhambra

In a night where a breeze is a sigh

Making love to a murmuring stream…

Lost in La Alhambra

Lost in a dream

Suddenly a hand

Awakened me from ecstasy

To make me understand

That I got lost

While wandering along this wonderland

I turned to see

Who could it be

And I found Irving, the tale-teller, dancing

Like a fool in front of me

«Welcome, my dear friend

La Alhambra is the beginning of a tale

That never ends

There´s no way out, no getting back

If that´s what you pretend

You´ll never find

The path behind

This fool in front of you gave up long time ago

While seeking peace of mind»