No Soy de Aquí, Ni Soy de Allá

I love the sun, Alicia, and the doves
A good cigar and the bad ladies
Jumping over walls and opening windows
And when a woman cries

I love wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
And homemade bread and Dolores's voice
And the sea wetting my feet

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age or future
And being happy is my identity's color

I love lying around on the sand
Chasing Manuela on my old horse
All the time to see the stars
With Maria in the wheat field

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age or future
And being happy is my identity's color