Puerto Viejo
Ana Belén
Old Port
I walk almost dancing among the coconut trees.
In this endless green, little by little I come back to life.
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port.
With my people I share a smile, a hug.
I walk away with the seagulls and return among the waves.
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port.
Oh damn, how nice it is to walk,
Oh damn, by the seashore.
Oh damn, how nice it is to walk,
Oh damn, by the little seashore.
The sea, that knows languages, has its old lament
That speaks with ancient voices from Africa
And from a black Antillean.
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port.
The green of the palm trees fell in love with the beach
And on a moonlit night, drank all the foam.
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port
How could I not sing to you, my Old Port.
