La Serena

If the sea were made of milk
The little boats of cinnamon
I would get completely dirty
To save my flag

If the sea were made of milk
I would become a fisherman
I would fish my pains
With words of love

In the sea there is a tower
In the tower a window
In the window there is a daughter
Who loves the sailors

Give me your hand, dove
To climb to your nest
Damn you for sleeping alone
I come to sleep with you