Brightman Sarah
Miscellaneous
Alhambra
Your memories sleep
of ebony and perfume
in your chambers,
full of tenderness,
my dear Alhambra.
You saw a thousand loves
born in your womb,
lights that caress
from your windows,
despite Alhambra.
Your dreams shine ±os
in a sea of u200bu200bstars
and the moon sings
your silence, Alhambra.
Tears of ivy
the defeated cry,
Between sword and rose
your olive trees grow,
my dear Alhambra.
I keep in my memory
your taste of the moon,
you shine on the town
like the sun, Alhambra.
I dream of Alhambra,
my dear Alhambra.