Malaguena

Malaga where our lips first met,
To the beat of the castanet,
Now I pray to the skies above,
Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah!
Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me.
Malguena, Tho′ you are every-thing to me,
Malaguena, my true love is the sea.
Love like ours must learn to play, play a waiting game,
And live just for the flame;
Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me,
That must burn, die out, so I can be free.
If no spark lingers within when the storm is past,
I′ll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last.