Mediterráneo

This is Estopa…

Perhaps because my childhood still plays on your beach
And hidden behind the reeds sleeps my first love
I carry your light and your scent wherever I go
And piled up in your sand I keep love, games, and sorrows

I, who have the bitter taste of eternal tears on my skin
That a hundred towns have shed in you, from Algeciras to Istanbul
So that you paint their long winter nights blue
Through misfortunes, your soul is deep and dark

My eyes got used to your red sunsets
Like the bend in the road
I am a singer, I am a liar
I like games and wine, I have a sailor's soul

What can I do if I was born in the Mediterranean? (3x)

And you come close, and then leave after kissing my village
Playing with the tide, you leave, thinking of returning
You are like a woman perfumed with tar
Longed for and loved, known and feared

Oh… if one day, death comes to seek me for my misfortune
Push my boat out to sea with an autumn easterly
And let the storm dismantle its white wings
And bury me without mourning between the beach and the sky

On the slope of a mountain, higher than the horizon
I want to have a good view
My body will be a path
I will give green to the pines and yellow to the broom

Near the sea, because I was born in the Mediterranean (3x)
And what fault do I have to be born in the Mediterranean?