Salitre
Quique González
Salt
The west wind caressed you
It took you to the saltwater beach
A sailor on land caressed you
But this time it wasn't me
I met you in Conil de la Frontera
It's never spring where you grew up
You still have a sad face
But you don't look at me with your sad eyes
Bathed in salt
It floats in the memory of gray days
I smoke by the window
I see your silhouette on the reef
Some flowers grow in the dunes
The tide rises and they become invisible
Some sleep in the moonlight
Chasing impossible dreams
Bathed in salt
It floats in the memory of gray days
I smoke by the window
I see your silhouette on the reef
Now I'll have to go out and find
Someone to rip the pain out of me
Somehow I'll have to forget you...
I have to forget somehow