Reina De La Oscuridad
Longeva doncella, Faz desmembrada
Cáliz cofuso, hembra sagrada
perla,desgastada por orden del tiempo
Madre, tantas veces tus hijos te hirieron
Guardo con recelo un tesoro en mi piel
Rasgan mis pesares los amantes del ayer
Antaño prinsesa, miserable alguna vez
ví crecer imperios que murieron a mis pies
Corona empedrada, morena de cara, montañas de gemas
Cortejas dos mares, hermanos que por tus encantos pelean
Duelen, cicatrices que cura la historia
Danzan, en tu vuelo poetas, pintores, herreros...
La Mezquita añora tu presensia cada abril
En la Alhambra esperas entre llantos a Boadbil.
Bañas tus cabellos niveos a orillas del mar
Mientras te perfumas con esencias de olivar
Reina, reina del mundo, puedo sentir tu tristeza olor a jazmín
Linda, linda doncella, cuida de mi que yo siempre lo haré de tí.
De etnia gitana, Hispana, Romana o tal vez Fenicia
Fiel madre mora, morita de sangre verdosa y mestiza
Tierno, cascabel que hipnotiza a los hombres
Legas, ocho hijas hermosas, pasiones de entonces
Los diversos dioses por tí siempre velarán
Engendras culturas y criastes a muchos mas.
Bécquer, Lorca, Alberti te recitan con pudor
Versos, desde el cielo que camuflan tu prisión.
Reina, reina del mundo, puedo sentir tu tristeza olor a jazmín
Linda, linda doncella, cuida de mi que yo siempre lo haré de tí.
Queen of Darkness
Long-lived maiden, Disembodied face
Confused chalice, sacred female
pearl, worn by the order of time
Mother, so many times your children hurt you
I guard with jealousy a treasure in my skin
My sorrows are torn by lovers of yesterday
Former princess, miserable at times
I saw empires grow that died at my feet
Crowned with stones, dark-faced, mountains of gems
You court two seas, brothers who fight for your charms
Scars hurt, healed by history
Dance, in your flight poets, painters, blacksmiths...
The Mosque longs for your presence every April
In the Alhambra you wait among tears for Boadbil
You bathe your snowy hair on the shores of the sea
While you perfume yourself with olive essences
Queen, queen of the world, I can feel your sadness smell of jasmine
Beautiful, beautiful maiden, take care of me as I will always take care of you.
Of Gypsy, Hispanic, Roman or perhaps Phoenician ethnicity
Faithful Moorish mother, Moorish with greenish and mixed blood
Tender, hypnotizing bell that mesmerizes men
Legs, eight beautiful daughters, passions of then
The diverse gods will always watch over you
You engender cultures and raised many more
Bécquer, Lorca, Alberti recite you with modesty
Verses, from the sky that camouflage your prison.
Queen, queen of the world, I can feel your sadness smell of jasmine
Beautiful, beautiful maiden, take care of me as I will always take care of you.