El Palmar (part. Tony Grox)

I go out to see
If I can let go
Of what I carry in my head
I don't want bad omens
I'm looking for my vibe and nature

In the summer afternoons
Our bodies are slaves
To the taste of salty water

Summer nights
August, beer in hand
Sitting in the palm grove

Sitting in the palm grove
You taste like salty water

A passion of lovers
That is shown through fandangos
Until the clock is lost
The cold sand tries to push us away

There's never silence between us
Goosebumps at the sight of their lips
The last song plays
The lighthouse points where we are

Baby
I always want to be here
I want to see him grow here
Sitting in the palm grove

If you tease me
I end up hooked
But if it ends
I give up

If you tease me
I end up hooked
But if it ends
I give up

If you tease me
I end up hooked
But if it ends
I give up

If you tease me
I end up hooked
But if it ends
I give up