Sueño Marroquí
El Barrio
Moroccan Dream
The air smells like salt
from the sea of the restless
lie or reality
it's a Moroccan dream
Dawn breaks in Casablanca
with the song of a prophet
because in it he asks for land
the promised land
and to close the wounds
of those who didn't cross the strait
In the little market of the neighborhood
I bought
a ticket with a kiss,
I felt a sweet melancholy
and I set off towards
a life with no return
[Chorus]
between walls. walls of tides
with the sea waging war
the stars are their guides
sailing without borders
crossing the black sky
that is the cloak of the earth
they defy the winds
to reach the new land.
In the little market of the neighborhood
I bought
a ticket with a kiss
I felt a sweet melancholy
and I set off towards
a life with no return.
[Chorus]
The air smells like salt
from the sea of the restless
lie or reality
it's a Moroccan dream.
