In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas
I wanna get lost with you
In the alleys of the medina
And from my place on the terrace
We'll see the snows of the Atlas
In the souks, in the cafés
All smiles and refined
The street folks, the palace ones
Know how to talk to us and spoil us
In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas
In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas
Storytellers, musicians, acrobats
On Jemaa el-Fna, all in the same bag
With the rattlesnakes
Those that rise to the stick
Honey, oranges and fritters
Gnawas, riads and palm groves
Bathed in golden light
It's so beautiful, I wanna go!
In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas
In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas
In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas
In the streets of Marrakech
Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
Hidden by bougainvilleas