Por La Mar Chica Del Puerto
Mayte Martín
By the Small Sea of the Port
By the small sea of the port
Divers are searching for the key to my memory
The footprint of bare feet has been erased from the sand
But the sorrow remains and that cannot be erased
By the small sea of the port
The water that was once clear is getting tired of being so
Under the shade of a boat, I want to lie down one day
And carry everything on my back
And dream of joy
By the small sea of the port
Divers are searching for the key to my memory
The footprint of bare feet has been erased from the sand
But the sorrow remains and that cannot be erased
By the small sea of the port, the water becomes sad
With my shipwreck inside
