Measuring my time down your winding streets,
Steps on the pavement set the pace,
Following the chime, as the city sleeps,
Of gentle raindrops on my face.
Swaying in the wind over shooting spires
Wondering angels rest their sails,
Raising silver wings to the crimson fires
Of the twilight’s painted veil.
Spanish caramel of your summer nights
As Flamenco sounds fill the air,
Always in my dreams, always on my mind,
Wild cаrnations in your hair.