Bulerías de La Guardia (feat. David de Jacoba y Texture)

The children are still in La Caleta
My parents still haven't come
The sun is already rising in La Caleta
They are waiting for me
So that a sailboat can take me
And from the hill to Motril

Tell me if you go
To come with me by the hand
To give you
What I have stored here'

There are things that time does not heal: Death
And the disappointment, oh every time that I
I remember what you left on earth

I have to look up at the sky, to feel you here by my side
I take out my boat and sail
To see you reflected in the sea

Tell me if you go
To come with me by the hand
To give you
What I have stored here

Tell me if you go
To come with me by the hand
To give you
What I have stored here'

Only the memory remains
Of what you once lost
In blue, this dream is written
That we both saw happy

I sink inside and I can't hold on
Today the sea makes me sad
I keep arguing between good and evil
The best thing is that you're gone

Tell me if you go
To come with me by the hand
To give you
What I have stored here'

Tell me if you go
To come with me by the hand
To give you
What I have stored here'