Mediterráneo

Perhaps because my childhood still plays on your beach
And hidden behind the reeds, sleeps my first love
I carry your light and your scent wherever I go
And, piled up on your sand, I keep love, games, and sorrows

I, who have the bitter taste of eternal tears on my skin
That a hundred towns have shed in you, from Algeciras to Istanbul
So that you paint their long winter nights blue
Through misfortunes, your soul is deep and dark

I got used to your red sunsets with my eyes
Like the bend in the road
I am a singer, I am a liar
I like games and wine, I have a sailor's soul
What can I do if I was born in the Mediterranean?
I was born in the Mediterranean

And you come close, and then leave after kissing my village
Playing with the tide, you leave thinking of returning
You are like a woman perfumed with tar
Longed for and loved, known and feared

Oh, if one day, to my misfortune, death comes to find me
Push my boat out to sea with an autumn easterly
And let the storm break its white wings
And bury me without mourning between the beach and the sky

On the slope of a mountain, higher than the horizon
I want to have a good view
My body will be a path
I will give green to the pines and yellow to the broom

Near the sea, because I was born in the Mediterranean
I was born in the Mediterranean
I was born in the Mediterranean