Contamíname

Tell me the tale of the date palm tree from the deserts
Of your grandparents' mosques
Give me the rhythms of the darbuka and the secrets
That are in the books I don't read

Contaminate me
But not with the smoke that suffocates the air
Come
But yes with your eyes and your dances
Come
But not with the anger and bad dreams
Come
But yes with the lips that announce kisses

Contaminate me, mix with me
Under my branch you will find shelter

Tell me the story of the chains that brought you
Of the treaties and the travelers
Give me the rhythms of the drums and the spokesmen
Of the old neighborhood and the new neighborhood

Contaminate me
But not with the smoke that suffocates the air
Come
But yes with your eyes and your dances
Come
But not with the anger and bad dreams
Come
But yes with the lips that announce kisses

Contaminate me, mix with me
Under my branch you will find shelter

Tell me the tale of those who were never discovered
Of the Green River and the boleros
Give me the rhythms of the bouzoukis, the dark eyes
The restless dance of the sorcerer

Contaminate me
But not with the smoke that suffocates the air
Come
But yes with your eyes and your dances
Come
But not with the anger and bad dreams
Come
But yes with the lips that announce kisses

Contaminate me, mix with me
Under my branch you will find shelter