Текст песни Таррега - А.Барсуков, О.Кузнецова - Воспоминание об Альгамбре

REMEMBER OF THE ALHAMBRA

Not air - slow lava
not the sun - a burnt-out tambourine,
gypsy frantic dancing
and the sound of guitars and castanets
fly like a nutshell
and hit the stones.

Above, above Cathedral Square
not a cloud, only the eye of God.
Below him is a shameless gypsy
winking slyly, draws
curved lines, squares,
crosses and other troubles
in the palm of a young girl
and she doesn’t see and hear
like a gypsy girl carefully
pulled out banknotes from a bag
and, unnoticed, leaves.

In the shadow of acacia swarthy boy
concerns me timidly
and smiles and cries -
still the soul did not know passion.
My poor grown up baby
I forgot how to live my heart
and you woke up too early
to sing about happiness and separation.

Two pigeons falling from the roof
fly here where at the fountain
I crumble them bread and don’t remember
where do I get violets
and these bright clothes,
and the look of a frightened gazelle.

July 19, 2002