Mediterrània (feat. Flora i Man)

Fresh air that hits my face
Wind blowing from the east
From the Gregal and Tramuntana
On my skin I feel the salt

You and I are land and sea, uncontrolled pleasure
And if the ship sinks, I'll stay by your side
We are strength, fury, blood, the paths we've trodden
Protagonists of a story they won't tell you

Waves come and go
Waves that keep breaking
Where are the people of the Mediterranean?

The Mediterranean is a party
A senseless song
The Mediterranean is the storm
The Mediterranean is our cry

The Mediterranean is the tenderness
Of caresses in my bed
The Mediterranean is the certainty
That here I was born and here I am

Mother Earth, our mother
Today I call out to your charms
My home is your home
A door without a lock

You and I keep rowing, mocking the giants
A lighthouse in the dark night, the light that will guide us
Our fight takes the strength it deserves
Until the walls fall, we won't rest

Waves come and go
Waves that keep breaking
Where are the people of the Mediterranean?

Waves come and go
Waves that keep breaking
Where are the people of the Mediterranean?

The Mediterranean is a party
A senseless song
The Mediterranean is the storm
The Mediterranean is our cry

The Mediterranean is the tenderness
Of caresses in my bed
The Mediterranean is the certainty
That here I was born and here I am

Here I was born and here I am
And since certain things happen to me
Here I agonize, I don't pass, I don't laugh
Here I protest, I don't stay silent and I speak

Crossing the storm, the pain, the wave, the crest
Looking at tenderness, at the end of the road
We want the promised reward
Mediterranean in celebration

The boom sounds, the clap sounds
The drum sounds, clap sounds, the dub sounds
The dance of freedom sounds
Traveler embraces at the bottom of the sea
The sea, cemetery of humanity

Waves come and go
Waves that keep breaking
Where are the people of the Mediterranean?

The Mediterranean is a party
A senseless song
The Mediterranean is the storm
The Mediterranean is our cry

The Mediterranean is the tenderness
Of caresses in my bed
The Mediterranean is the certainty
That here I was born and here I am