MALAGA

Første gang jeg kom til Malaga i oktober for noen år siden, fikk jeg en merkelig følelse av at jeg endelig var "hjemme". Denne sangen av Peter Edgerton forteller meg at jeg ikke er alene om denne følelsen. En ganske perfekt beskrivelse av det som skjedde meg.

Låten ligger her:

http://www.e-peter.com/music/Light%20In%20Malaga.mp3

og her er teksten

		There’s A Light In Málaga
	I’ve seen the Arizona skies and eagles over canyons fly And palaces to keep a man from breathing But nothing ever felt the way it did that first November day I walked these streets cathedral bells a-peeling Shadows like my memories receding Angels whisper poets lines, invite you in to share their wine But you never know the cards they could be dealing I’d been around the world a while looking for a certain smile This city took me in while I was healing And gave me something more I could believe in There’s a Light in Málaga Everybody Knows, Everybody Knows It’s a perfect feeling There’s a Light in Málaga And everywhere I go, everywhere I go It keeps me dreaming And I walk the Alamedas To hear the laughter tumble From the bars and the bodegas

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