Marrakesh Night Market

Intro:    They’re gathered in circles          the lamps light their faces          The crescent moon rocks in the sky The poets of drumming           keep heartbeats suspended             The smoke swirls up and then dies    Would you like my mask?              would you like my mirror?            cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself        you can look at each other            or you can look at the face the face of your god The stories are woven                and fortunes are told                The truth is measured by the weight of your gold The magic lies scattered        on rugs on the ground                 Faith is conjured in the night market’s sound Would you like my mask?              would you like my mirror?            cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself        you can look at each other            or you can look at the face the face of your god The lessons are written              on parchments of paper               They’re carried by horse from the river Nile says the shadowy voice          In the firelight the cobra           is casting the flame a winsome smile Would you like my mask?              would you like my mirror?            cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself        you can look at each other            or you can look at the face the face of your god... Se la dedico a Toni porque como es mi supermejoramigoguaydelamuerte y Lau que es la   mas guaygenialtiabuenaupssemeacolado! por soportarme siempre que pongo Loreena Mckennitt!!   quiero!! =D un besazo;)