Soleá (dedicada a Málaga)

Smell of the sea
Aromas of the place where I was born
Sand and salt
The breeze that went to die in the wind
Sweat and thirst
Summers sticking with humidity
And revealing any part of the day
That will be measured in its light

The morning sun
Dull afternoons
Gray shores with edges of lime
Singing at dawn looking out the window
Stars that will draw me in the night

I carry in your soleá
In the air of my singing
I carry in your soleá
In my blood you will always be

To live, to die
Questions I can't answer
To touch, to feel
The earth between my fingers
That saw me grow

The morning sun
Dull afternoons
Gray shores with edges of lime
Singing at dawn looking out the window
Stars that will draw me in the night
A huge black and white sky

I carry in your soleá
In the air of my singing
I carry in your soleá
In my blood you will always be

I carry in your soleá
In the air of my singing
I carry in your soleá
In my blood you will always be

I carry in your sound, I carry in your salt...