Playa Sola
Los Invasores de Nuevo León
Lonely Beach
To my beach, no one comes
I am alone in front of the sea
My canoe, my guitar
And a net for fishing
At night, I sing to it
To the breeze and the palm grove
And to the Moon that illuminates
My sadness and my sorrow
Hoping that the great lord
Remembers my life
And leaves the beach alone
And reunites me with my love
To my beach, no one comes
I am alone in front of the sea
My canoe, my guitar
And a net for fishing
At night, I sing to it
To the breeze and the palm grove
And to the Moon that illuminates
My sadness and my sorrow
Hoping that the great lord
Remembers my life
And leaves the beach alone
And reunites me with my love
