Beneath the vibrant skies of Spain, they wander,
Where cobblestones echo the dance of time,
In alleys adorned with whispers of laughter,
Hearts are warmed by the sun’s golden chime.

The scent of olive groves, a fragrant embrace,
Sangria flows like stories untold,
Flamenco’s rhythm, a passionate chase,
As twilight paints the horizon in gold.

Siestas cradle dreams in the afternoon’s hush,
While plazas hum with life anew,
The sea sings softly in a lover’s hush,
And the breeze carries tales the ancients knew.

In this land where time gently unwinds,
Every heartbeat finds a place to belong,
Spanish life dances on the warm winds,
In a melody both tender and strong.