El Paseo De Los Tristes
Mägo de Oz
The Walk of the Sad Ones
In the walk of the sad ones there is a soul that
Cries on the nights of San Juan
The Moon insists on affirming what sorrow for love
That is the result of a curse
The Alhambra remembers watching them smile there
And at dawn they loved each other
Granada blushed at seeing their love
The days went by like this but something happened
Religion separated them
She was the daughter of a Christian and he of a Muslim
The inquisition executed him
The Albaicin trembled
And with his dream she died
And now they search for each other
Each in their own heaven and they don't see each other
Where are you, my love?
Where are you?
Without you I can't die
Without you I will wander
And since then a star accompanies him
That from the sky takes care of him
If you believe in God, you believe in Allah
Be tolerant and pray less
And accept the creed
And the sexuality of those who are different
It's better to let you go
Lord, where is my love?
Give her back to me
Lord, where is she?
Lord, where is she?
Lord, where is she?
Lord, where is she?
Lord!
