No Soy de Aquí Ni Soy de Allá

I like the Sun, Alicia, and the doves
The good cigar and the Spanish guitar
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when I cry, a woman

I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
And homemade bread and Dolores' voice
And the sea wetting my feet

I'm not from here nor am I from there
I have no age or future
And being happy is my identity color

I like to always be lying on the sand
Or on a bicycle chasing Manuela
Throughout time to see the stars
With Maria in the wheat field

I'm not from here nor am I from there
I have no age or future
And being happy is my identity color