Down there in Arizona,
land of dreams and chimeras,
if a guitar sounds
thousands of larks sing
They have brown hair,
they have the fever in their heart,
who goes looking for fortune
will find love.
At midnight is
the turn of pleasure
and in the darkness
every one wants to enjoy.
They're kisses of passion
love doesn't know how to keep silent
and this is the song
of a thousand larks.
The tired bandit
descents the mysterious mountain,
on his white horse
stands out the flame of a rose.
That spring flower
means loyalty
to its lark
and he'll bring it to her.
At midnight is
the turn of pleasure
and in the darkness
every one wants to enjoy.
They're kisses of passion
love doesn't know how to keep silent
and this is the song
of a thousand larks.