En el paseo de los tristes
hay un alma que
llora en las noches de San Juan.
La Luna insiste
en afirmar que pena por amor,
que es fruto de una maldición.

La Alhambra recuerda que allí
les contemplaba sonreír,
y al alba se amaban,
Granada se ruborizaba al ver su amor.

Fueron muriendo así los días pero algo ocurrió,
la religión los separó.
Ella era hija de un cristiano
y él de un musulmán,
La inquisición lo ejecutó.

El Albaicín se estremeció,
y con su sueño ella murió.
Y ahora se buscan
cada uno en su propio cielo y no se ven.

¿Dónde estás? Mi amor, ¿dónde estás?
Sin ti no puedo morir.
Sin ti vagaré.

Y desde entonces le acompaña
una estrella que
desde el cielo cuida de él.
Si crees en Dios, crees en Alá,
sé tolerante y menos rezar.
Y acepta el credo
y la sexualidad del que no es igual.

Es mejor dejarte marchar.
Señor, ¿dónde está mi amor?, devuélvemela.
Señor, ¿dónde está?
Señor, ¿dónde estás?
¡¡¡Señor!!!


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    General CommentSara continued to tell her story while Azaak, astonished, listened to that extraordinary woman's words.
    -Since the Inquisition was established in Spain around the year 1478, the intolerance, the fanatism and superstition took over the heart of this beautiful land. We were all suspects; jews, muslims and any other person with an intelectual anxiety. Even personal vendettas ended up in accusations of witchcraft or other dark arts. The Holy Office was like some sort of Soul police. Carriages of faith in which heretics, jews and everyone susceptible of being "saved" were burned alive.
    -That's horrible! -said Azaak- the spanish were supposed to come to the land of my ancestors to teach us the religion of love and forgiveness, they were even scandalized about our sacrifices. And that religion allows the assassination for being different? The gods gave us intelligence to doubt about everything and to ask questions -Azaak couldn't understand these white people's supposedly spiritual superiority-.
    -In Europe things are gloomier than they seem. Knowledge is the cure for fanatism and fear. Look, I'm going to tell you a story about the place where I was born, Granada, the most beautiful city a even God couldn't imagine. There's a boulevard with a beautiful and sad legend.
    Eliminationon April 14, 2006   Link
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    General CommentLyrics:

    The Boulevard of the Sad

    In the boulevard of the sad
    there's a soul that
    cries in the nights of San Juan.
    The Moon insists
    in confirming it grieves for love,
    that it's the result of a curse.

    The Alhambra remembers there
    it contemplated them smile,
    and at dawn they loved each other,
    Granada blushed when watching their love.

    Days kept dying that way
    but something happened,
    religion separated them.
    She was daughter of a christian
    and him of a muslim,
    the Inquisition executed him.

    The Albaicin trembled,
    and with her dream she died.
    And now they look for each other in
    their respective heavens and can't find each other.

    Where are you?
    My love, where are you?
    Without you I can't die.
    Without you I shall roam.

    And since then he is accompanied
    by a star that
    from Heaven, looks after him.
    If you believe in God,
    you believe in Allah,
    be tolerant and pray less.
    And accept the creed and sexuality
    of the one who is not like you.

    It's better to let you go,
    Lord, where is she?
    My love, give her back to me.
    Lord, where is she?
    Lord, where is she?
    Lord, where is she?
    Lord, where is she?

    Oh Lord!!
    Eliminationon April 14, 2006   Link

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