De Amor Y de Casualidad

Your mother has Dutch blood,
I have Sephardic hair,
we are the mix of your grandparents,
and you, half of her and half of me.

Your mother's father is from Cadiz.
My father escaped from Berlin.
I come from a January night,
you come from an afternoon nap in Madrid.

Your mother came here from Sweden,
mine was raised in Libertad.
Your mother and I are a mix,
just like you, of love and chance,
just like you, of love and chance.

Your mother has light eyes,
I have a great-great-grandfather from Brazil,
I am from the south, from Montevideo,
and you are half from there and half from here.

In this world so separated,
we must not hide where we come from,
but we are all from everywhere,
we must understand it once and for all.

Your mother was raised in Stockholm,
mine in the south of Tacuarembó;
your mother and I came into the world,
just like you, because that's what love wanted,
just like you, because that's what love wanted.