Spanish Nights (I Remember It Well)

Blackmore's Night · Under A Violet Moon [1999]

Silent she rose

From the cold desert sands

Painted in shadows

A dark caravan...

Quiet as a whisper

With moves like a cat

She ruled like a storm cloud

Her eyes glowing black...

Oh, and they cried Malaguena

Wait for me Malaguena

I remember it well...

Oh, and they cry Malaguena

Wait for me Malaguena

I remember it well...

Oh, too well...

And so they rode

On the wings of a song

Spinning in silence

The world was their own...

two lovers locked in the arms of the dance

Freedom begins with the game of chance

And now they rise

Like a wave on the seas

Lost in a rhythm

And ever they'll be...