Toito Cai lo Traigo Andao

Oh, in the flutter of your skirt,
what a little summer breeze.
Give me your lemonade mouth
and heal my sunburnt lips.

Oh, what do I care about the sunrise,
if we walk along the shore:
I live the dream of a sailor
and dream of carrying your umbrella.

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

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

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

Oh, I bring it all worn out
and what's left
I bring it pondering,
there's no breeze without your hair,
maybe the shadow that's by your side.

But you have the habit
of putting water in between.
Give me the lighthouse that shines on you
and 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.