El Arenal (ft. Muerdo)

My childhood was a sandbank, under the rain of stars
Lying in the cane field, looking at the full Moon
I like to paint
The sky with watercolors
Imagine freedom, that word that flies

It is good to remember well, everything we promised
Breeze coming from the sea, bringing the scent of forgetfulness
Today I set out to find, the lost paradise
The one I saw leaving, with my child eyes

I am the dead time of your mornings, the breeze that stops the clock
That calms the heart, and when you come back
I am no longer there
I feel that is the best, we are two free birds
My childhood was a sandbank, under the rain of stars
Lying in the cane field, looking at the full Moon
I like to paint
The sky with watercolors
Imagine freedom, that word that flies

I am the dead time of your mornings, the breeze that stops the clock
That calms the heart, and when you come back
I am no longer there
I feel that is the best, we are two free birds
I am the dead time of your mornings, the breeze that stops the clock
That calms the heart, and when you come back
I am no longer there
I feel that is the best, we are two free birds