Lyric

Granada won’t forget

Even when the world turns away

I sing for my people

Even if no radio plays

Look at my face, brother

I’m not afraid of the pain

I’ve seen the sky weep

Over my sunless lane

Kids play football

With shoes worn and torn

Dreaming to grow up

To lift others from scorn

And if I die tomorrow

Let it be looking at Albaicín

With my people by the window

And my soul finally free within

Blessed street

Though it hurts to walk your way

You taught me strength

And never to look away

Blessed street

With your kisses and your pain

You’re my mother and my prison

My sentence and my grace again

I’ve loved without condition

I’ve sinned without pardon

My grandfather prayed in Arabic

I do it in my song’s garden

I don’t want empty fame

I want bread and truth

My people smiling

Even if no Christmas comes through

Blessed street

With your lights but no neon glow

Every step I take

Comes with your blessing, you know

Blessed street

You saw me cry through the years

I am who I am

Because you held back my tears

If I return, let it be with you

If I fall, let it be for faith

I don’t want a throne without a name

Just to sing and have you believe