Sobre La Arena
Niña Pastori
On The Sand
And that way of looking
That your green eyes have
And that way of walking
That entertains me so much
You know I love you
Even if you are my death, olé, olé
Since I saw you, you already tore my soul
When I soaked in the light of your face
And now that I have you close
And you're in my bed
I would like to love you so much, so much and so much
Until dawn comes
Near the river where the boats sleep
It's always cold, cold, cold
Near the river
Where I come to find it
It's always cold near the river
Where the boats sleep
And even to my door come the seashells
When there's a storm
And even to my door
Where the waves bring them
When there's turmoil
The seashells already arrive at my door
On the sand with their sound
And echoes of voices of the rough sea
Of the rough sea, echoes of voices, cousin
Of my love, of my love, of my love
The sailors from the port
Leave their boats adrift
And wherever the wind goes
But if the east wind blows in the bay
They return home
Until the wind falls
Oh in the bay, oh oh oh
The sailors from the port leave their boats
Leave their boats
And that way of looking
That your green eyes have
And that way of walking
That entertains me so much
You know I love you
Even if you are my death, olé, ole
