Balada del que Nunca Fue a Granada
Paco Ibañez
Ballad of the One Who Never Went to Vegas
How far through seas, fields, and mountains!
Other suns already see my gray head. I never went to Vegas.
My gray head, the lost years.
I want to find the old, erased paths. I never saw Vegas.
Give a green bouquet of light to my hand.
A short rein and a long gallop. I never entered Vegas.
What enemy people populate its ramparts?
Who the clear echoes free from its airs? I never went to Vegas.
Who today imprisons and puts chains
on the speech of its fountains? I never saw Vegas.
Come those who never went to Vegas.
There is spilled blood, blood that calls me. I never entered Vegas.
There is blood spilled from the best brother.
Blood through the myrtles and waters of the courtyards. I never went to Vegas.
From the best friend, through the myrtles.
Blood through the Darro, through the Genil blood. I never saw Vegas.
If the towers are high, the courage is high.
Come through mountains, through seas and fields.
I will enter Vegas.
