Contamíname

Tell me the tale of the date palm tree from the deserts, of your grandparents' mosques give me the rhythms of the darbukas and the secrets found in the books I don't read... Contaminate me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air come, but with your eyes and your dances come, but not with the anger in bad dreams come, but with the lips that promise kisses... Contaminate me, mix with me under my branch you'll find shelter, contaminate me, mix with me under my branch you'll find shelter... Tell me the story of the chains that brought you, of the treaties and the travelers give me the rhythms of the drums and the voices of the old and new neighborhoods... Contaminate me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air come, but with your eyes and your dances come, but not with anger and bad dreams come, but with the lips that promise kisses... Contaminate me, mix with me under my branch you'll find shelter, contaminate me, mix with me under my branch you'll find shelter... Tell me the tale of those who were never discovered of the green river and the boleros give me the rhythms of the bouzoukis, the black eyes the restless dance of the sorcerer. Contaminate me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air come, but with your eyes and your dances come, but not with anger and bad dreams come, but with the lips that promise kisses... Contaminate me, mix with me under my branch you'll find shelter, contaminate me, mix with me under my branch you'll find shelter.