Córdoba [English translation]

Down there—down there—

on the far horizon stretches out Cordova—

surrounded by gardens,

covered with birds, night-flowering jasmine,

and jets of water.

And I am there

in order to prove to you that, to my first loves,

I always return.

You—I am sure that you wait for me—

you cannot forget our twenty years.

Down there,

we will climb the well-worn streets following in the footsteps

of lovers who fell in love at Cordova.

Down there,

under the weight of the sun, Cordova goes to sleep—

so many strange scents of leather and honey,

pepper and flowers,

meanwhile in the sky ...

the day fades

and how, in the blue shadows,

voices call out,

searching for other hearts.

You—we meet here again all three:

you, our love, and Cordova.

Very quietly—

to cradle me tonight

in your folded arms—

the guitars of Cordova will sing.

Down there, down there, down there ...