In the metropolis
The megalomaniac police men
Loaf between the cars
Which redden the night
Without papers, without hope
The homeless hang about
With nothing in their eyes
Nothing but memories
To the Alhambra!
Dance the Flamenco
Almeria
Let the bull bleed!
In the heart of our storms
The vanes are wafting!
But never mind the wind
If winning is the goal!
And the gorvernments govern
And the seasons pass by
The course of our acts
Is slowly breaking down...
To the Alhambra!
Dance the Flamenco
Almeria...
Let the bulls bleed!