Autóctono

The rain doesn’t bother me
The wind speaks for me
I’m one of those who likes
The sea to be rough
You ask me a question
I throw one back at you
You can hear it in my tone
Indigenous, Celtic blood

I climb like ivy climbs
When I don’t fit in
To see beyond the steppes
From where I come from

Where one always returns
Where I picked up the accent
I think of her green eyes
And the luck I’ve got
If you get to know me
As you’re supposed to
You’ll never have met
Anyone like me
And it’s because

I’m really my own
I’m really my own
Just like the folks
From where the sea is cold
I’m really my own
I’m really my own

Cold enough to freeze your blood
Cold enough to give you cramps
You might feel cold
But you won't go hungry
Land of clear and crystal people
If they’re happy to see you
Their faces light up
And if not, you can tell easy

The mist comes and goes
The tide rises and falls
Like a cradle
Rocking the boats
Its coasts are pure art
Its forests are a mosaic
My talent and my character
Are from the Galician massif, and it’s because

I’m really my own
I’m really my own
Just like the folks
From where the sea is cold
I’m really my own
I’m really my own

(Uh, uh)

The rain doesn’t bother me
The wind speaks for me
I’m one of those who likes
The sea to be rough
You ask me a question
I throw one back at you
You can hear it in my tone
Indigenous, Celtic blood