Marrakech is Riff Cohen’s postcard of pure wanderlust: a love letter splashed with the city’s colors, scents, and sounds. From the very first lines, she invites us to wander narrow medina alleys “drunk on perfume and fresh mint,” slip beneath pink walls draped in bougainvillea, and steal a rooftop glimpse of the snow-capped Atlas Mountains. Each image feels like a brushstroke on a sun-lit canvas, painting the bustle of souks, the elegance of hidden palaces, and the welcoming smiles of locals who know how to charm and spoil their guests.
The chorus repeats like a heartbeat, pulling us back into the streets where storytellers, musicians, and acrobats share the same space with snake charmers and sizzling food stalls on Jemaa el-Fna square. Cohen isn’t just describing a vacation spot; she’s celebrating a sensory playground where honey, oranges, and beignets mingle with Gnawa rhythms and the shade of palm groves. The song’s joyful refrain—“it’s so beautiful, I want to go!”—turns this musical postcard into an irresistible invitation to lose yourself in Marrakech’s golden light and vibrant soul.