Sobre La Arena
Pablo Alborán
On the Sand
And that way you look
with your green eyes,
and that way you walk
that keeps me so entertained,
you know I love you
even if it kills me,
olé, olé.
Since I saw you, you tore my soul apart,
when I was soaked in the light of your face,
and now that I have you close
and you're in my bed,
I wish I could love you so, so, so much,
until dawn breaks.
Near the river where the boats sleep
it's always cold, cold, cold,
ear the river where I come to find her
it's always cold near the river
where the boats sleep.
On the sand with its sound,
and echoes of voices from the wild sea,
from the wild sea, echoes of voices,
of my love, of my love, of my love.
