No Soy de Aquí, Ni Soy de Allá

I like the Sun, Alicia and the doves
The good cigar and the bad ladies
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when I cry, a woman

I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
And homemade bread and Dolores' 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 color

I like to always be lying on the sand
Chasing Manuela on my donkey
For 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 color