El Último Rey
Dark Moor
The Last King
Through the Albaicin,
My memories go,
From one end to another,
They grow.
In your great garden,
The myrtle reigns
Endless breezes
Rock.
Nazari flower,
I lost you
And now I feel even more Andalusian.
I dream of the Alhambra
Where I was born...
I looked back,
I cried for you, Granada.
Never again,
Did I want to surrender my beloved.
All my being
Remained in your sun, Granada,
When losing
Crying like a woman.
Western pearl,
My great capital
You were to me
And I lost you...
Like a woman,
I cry your name
And although it amazes me,
I couldn't overcome
Like a man.
Nazari flower,
I lost you
And now I feel even more Andalusian.
I dream of the Alhambra
Where I was born...
I looked back,
I cried for you, Granada.
Never again,
Did I want to surrender my beloved.
All my being
Remained in your sun, Granada,
When losing
Crying like a woman.
