Santa Clara

Guess where I'm from
In my land, there's nothing but light
Green fields that fall asleep
When the southern wind blows

Guess how the sun is
That caresses the blue sea
Amidst guitar music
Through the cane field

Santa Clara, Santa Clara
In the light of dusk
Who could, Santa Clara
See your blue sky again

My love stayed in your streets
My loneliness in your squares
And in my chest remained the lament
That I will never manage to extinguish

Guess where I'm from
In my land, there's nothing but light
Green fields that fall asleep
When the southern wind blows

Santa Clara, Santa Clara
In the light of dusk
Who could, Santa Clara
See your blue sky again

Santa Clara, Santa Clara
In the light of dusk
Who could, Santa Clara
See your blue sky again

Santa Clara, Santa Clara
In the light of dusk
Who could, Santa Clara
See your blue sky again

Santa Clara, Santa Clara
In the light of dusk
Who could, Santa Clara
See your blue sky again