Vidalita Del Mar

I ain't afraid to die
But if you're left alone
When the killin' starts
And the horizon shows

Sea Vidalita, crystal clear
In the ports of my land
My small homeland
That springs from the source
The fine water
That runs through my veins
My Macorina

And it scares me to think
That songs no longer serve
To go serenade you
To the inn and the bars
And it scares me to think
That I no longer feel when I sing
That I don't feel on my palate
The bitter taste of blood

Sea Vidalita, crystal clear
In the ports of my land
My small homeland
That springs from the source, the fine water
That runs through my veins
My Macorina

And it scares me to think
That songs no longer serve
To go serenade you
To the inn and the bars
And it scares me to think
That I no longer feel when I sing
That I don't feel on my palate
The bitter taste of blood

Sea of my blood
Sea Vidalita
The sea of my blood
Sea Vidalita
The sea of my blood