Un puente por la Bahía, la Cruz del Campo (part. Yerai Cortés)

I was walking through the fields
Hanging on my chest a Cross
That I was walking through the fields
And asking, cousin, to see you
I was caressing the Cross

I always wear it hanging
Out of longing and for loving you
That I always wear it hanging
And suddenly on my chest
The Cross is marked on me

And a bridge over the Bay
They say they're going to build
Your presence closer to mine
So we can be together

And a bridge over the Bay
They say they're going to build
Your presence closer to mine
So we can be together

A bridge over the Bay
They say they're going to build
Your presence closer to mine
So we can be together

A bridge over the Bay
They say they're going to build
Your presence closer to mine
So we can be together

A bridge over the Bay
They say they're going to build

So grab the little chair and sit in front
And grab the little chair, cousin, and sit in front
'Cause even if you're not my boyfriend, I like seeing you
'Cause even if you're not my boyfriend, I like seeing you

The things I want more than my life, more than my life
The things I want more than my life
Are your little black eyes that kill me
Are your little black eyes that kill me

With the eyes of my soul, I'm watching you, I'm watching you
With the eyes of my soul, I'm watching you
And with my face, I'm pretending
And with my face, I'm pretending

Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Cousin, I won't stray from Cruzcampo
I don't question the Cross, and that's the Cross of the Field
Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
So take, take, take, take, take, take