Playa Sola

To my beach, no one comes
I am alone in front of the sea
My canoe, my guitar
And a net for fishing

At night, I sing to it
To the breeze and the palm grove
And to the Moon that illuminates
My sadness and my sorrow

Hoping that the great lord
Remembers my life
And leaves the beach alone
And reunites me with my love

To my beach, no one comes
I am alone in front of the sea
My canoe, my guitar
And a net for fishing

At night, I sing to it
To the breeze and the palm grove
And to the Moon that illuminates
My sadness and my sorrow

Hoping that the great lord
Remembers my life
And leaves the beach alone
And reunites me with my love