Desde Córdoba
Medina Azahara
From Cordoba
Memories that slip away
from my mind to another place,
sound like the singing
and a desperate song
that come together to fly...
and who knows, and who knows, and who knows
where they will go.
It's like a star
that slowly fades away,
to never shine
without knowing where its love is,
where is that bright star?
Even if I know the paths
I won't see you again
because I know, that death,
stalks me from Cordoba,
stalks me from Cordoba.
