Mediterráneo

Maybe because my childhood
keeps playing on your beach
and hidden behind the reeds
sleeps my first love,
I carry your light and your scent
wherever I go
and piling up on your sand
I keep love, games, and sorrows
I...
who in my skin have the bitter
flavor of eternal tears
that a hundred towns
from Algeciras to Istanbul
have shed on you
so you can paint blue
their long winter nights.
Through misfortunes
your soul is deep and dark.
To your red sunsets
my eyes got used
like the bend in the road.
I'm a singer, I'm a liar
I like games and wine.
I have a sailor's soul.
What can I do, if I
was born in the Mediterranean.
I was born in the Mediterranean.
And you come close, and you leave
after kissing my village.
Playing with the tide
you leave, thinking of coming back.
You're like a woman
perfumed with tar
Longed for and loved
known and feared, oh...
If one day, to my misfortune
Death comes to find me,
push my boat out to sea
with an autumn east wind
And let the storm
tear apart its white wings.
and bury me without mourning
between the beach and the sky
On the slope of a mountain,
higher than the horizon.
I want to have a good view.
My body will be a path,
I'll give green to the pines
and yellow to the broom.
Near the sea, because I
was born in the Mediterranean.
I was born in the Mediterranean.