Lost in La Alhambra

Once upon a time
A purple moon awakened
Over cypresses and chimes
The air breathed April orange blossoms
Cinnamon and crime
A silver light
Beheld the sight
Of Moorish towers dripping water gardens
Under the old Alhambra night
Walking all alone
I knew about the spell of being
A sultan on his throne
The fragile soul of beauty
And the spirit of the unknown
The excited breath
Of love and death
The raving visions of bewildered passions
Written on the starry breadth

Lost in La Alhambra
In a night where a breeze is a sigh
Making love to a murmuring stream...
Lost in La Alhambra
Lost in a dream

Suddenly a hand
Awakened me from ecstasy
To make me understand
That I got lost
While wandering along this wonderland
I turned to see
Who could it be
And I found Irving, the tale-teller, dancing
Like a fool in front of me
"Welcome, my dear friend
La Alhambra is the beginning of a tale
That never ends
There´s no way out, no getting back
If that´s what you pretend
You´ll never find
The path behind
This fool in front of you gave up long time ago
While seeking peace of mind"