Aires de La Alameda

The Moon rises gently step by step
Sounds of music, clapping, and laments
A mantle of glass to the sky
Oh! Whispers that the night leaves

Solitudes, prayers, and moans
Little bells, trills of sorrow
Intoxicated Soleá with power
Scents of jasmine and lilies

Lament
Are the breezes of the alameda
There's a hidden star
Dawns sail through the stars

Lament
Alboreá, a silk bite
I don't deny that I loved you
Oh! Alameda, oh! Alameda

The clear Moon is dyed black
Suddenly there was silence
Supplications, tremors, and flirtations
Oh! Whispers surrounded by incense

Solitudes, prayers, and moans
Little bells, trills of sorrow
Intoxicated Soleá with power
Scents of jasmine and lilies