Móns Diferents

Sailing without a compass,
through the sphere of routine,
Tonina is already fed up.
The old ladies of the town look at her through the door of madness,
from a world that doesn't belong to her.
Tonina has fallen in love with Karim, who lives in Marrakesh.
And the thought that she's crazy, crazy, arises.
Tonina's personality is striking,
loose clothing and a Pakistani turban.
Her married friends envy her.
Damn shit if you can't obey your desire!
You're right in the middle of the mud!
The fear of what they will say should not be a concern,
no obsession...
We all know well: the bottle of herbs is a fine thing,
green like Tonina's eyes,
who want to see Marrakesh.
And for Karim, it's more of the same:
his spiral of beliefs doesn't allow for
a Majorcan girl.
No! Different worlds... Different worlds...

They are two nightingales that want to fly together.
They are two outcasts from society...
playing like two children in a field of golden wheat.

They say you're a lost bullet (They say you're a lost bullet)
At the doors of the Church at a funeral, she is the
central theme.
Tonina is sinking (Eleven days were enough and we made a meadow)
Sailing without a compass, prayers no longer help her.
Tonina has fallen in love with Karim, who lives in Marrakesh.
And the thought that she's crazy, crazy, arises.
Distrust, prejudices, social rejections. They hurt!
These clichés we've invented hurt.
And in this story, everyone puts their final point.
It doesn't matter!
Karim, you love Tonina, she will give you happiness.
We all know well: the bottle of herbs is a fine thing, green,
like Tonina's eyes,
who want to see Marrakesh.
And for Karim, it's more of the same:
his spiral of beliefs doesn't allow for
a Majorcan girl.
No! Different worlds... Different worlds...