Contamíname

Tell me the tale of the date palm tree
Of the deserts
Of your grandparents' mosques

Give me the rhythms of the darbukas
And the secrets
That are in the books I don't read

Contaminate me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air
Come, but with your eyes and your dances
Come, but not with anger and bad dreams
Come, but with the lips that promise kisses

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

Tell me the tale 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

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 black eyes
The restless dance of the sorcerer