Toíto Cái Lo Traigo Andao

Oh, in the flutter of your skirt,
how cool summer is.
Give me your lemonade-flavored mouth
and heal my burnt lips.

Oh, why should I care about the east wind,
if we walk along the shore:
I live the dream of the sailor
and dream of carrying your umbrella.

Oh, with the magic of the sails
there's no star that equals you;
when the blood gets out of order,
catch my heart that's about to escape.

And on the peaks of your body
every bit of the moon gets tangled
and beyond, everything is uncertain:
blessed truth if you undress.

Oh, I bring it all the way from Cádiz,
from El Puerto to Zahara;
I have the fever of the moonlit,
it would be delirium if you kissed me.

Oh, all from Cádiz and what's left
I bring it pondering,
there's no breeze without your hair,
how rich is the shadow by your side.

But you have the habit
of putting water in between.
Where is the lighthouse that lights you up
and where is the island of your mystery.

And suddenly you're gone
beyond the breakwater,
alone on land and alone at sea,
I don't know if I have you or if I've lost you.