DOMAIO

Yeah

Walking the dog by the Domaio dock
The sky's all cloudy, it's freezing as hell
It’s not pouring, but it’s drizzling like a bitch
Waves crashing from the sea, working hard since dawn

I started walking between the hills and the concrete
The smell of the sea, the salt that the wind brings
I greet the neighbor as I head down to the center
She asks about the kids we want but don’t have yet

I lie, I tell her it’s not the right time yet
But honestly, it terrifies me to think about time
I’m sorry, it seems I don’t know how to live happy
Always worried if it happens and I regret it

Concerts, a life the town doesn’t understand
Excesses, I still see myself going out
Hundreds of relapses, always in the same holes
I get curious when I step into the bar

Uncle Julio calls me, to Aldán for the cuttlefish
The ones who end up brown are us in the end
He’s like the father my dad never had
He’s in his seventies, with an incredible story

Cheers to the fishermen who came back late
They lost births so that no one goes without
Two thousand kilometers where no one has anyone
New land is tough, but it’s also profitable

I haven’t seen my buddies in several tides
Marine recital, singing about the whales
When Carmen comes, flowers among the rafts
For those who aren’t here, so the Virgin protects them

I’m a guy who grew up in the 90s
I grew up building forts and tying them up with patience
Looking at the ocean is how I found my conscience
And I carried the estuary inside me in the womb

I’m not envious of the glamour of the cities
Eight years in the hospital already gave me enough trouble
No one knows when you come in, when you leave
I want to live peacefully, among the storms

I grew up by the sea, oh, la-laila
The wind sang and passed by, oh, la-laila
My dad came back from the sun, oh, la-la-laila
Oh, la-laila-la

I grew up by the sea, oh, la-laila
The wind sang and passed by, oh, la-laila
My dad came back from the sun, oh, la-la-laila
Oh, la-laila-la