Las Cruces de Tijuana

The crosses I saw in Tijuana
Made me remember
The crosses that nobody put
Between Ceuta and Gibraltar
That dreams disappear
Upon reaching the border
How eternal can be
Such a small view

The flowers I saw in Tijuana
Made me remember
That black carnations float
In front of the Port of Tarifa
How little is the difference
Between hope and sadness
How long is the road
Between your house and mine

If I ever go back to Tijuana
I would like to find
A song that reminds
That there was a border there
That black carnations don't float
In front of the Port of Tarifa
That the current calmed down
Between Ceuta and Gibraltar

The lights I saw in Tijuana
Made me remember
How far dreams are
From their own reality
That only birds cross
Without getting wet at the border
That for the wind, there are
No passports or fences

If I ever go back to Tijuana
I would like to find
A song that reminds
That there was a border there
That black carnations don't float
In front of the Port of Tarifa
That a bridge has been built
Between Ceuta and Gibraltar

The crosses I saw on the wall
Made me remember