La Codicia y Capital de Las Fuerzas Extrangeras

It hurts to see you like this
Stuck in the trenches
Hiding your heads
In ideas that taste like 1916
Come back to me
Clean beaches from rooftops
Of parties and tacky folks
That invaded the Levant
From France to Conil

Return to the wind in April
That sweet smell of tar
And shape the tide
With two bodies of ivory
On a beach on Christmas Eve
With a future in our hands
Painted in turquoise blue
And in the sky, long tables
That stretch out on San Juan

And put a hairpin in, Helena
'Cause there are songs to sing
So many things to change
To make it worth it
And I want the amber glow
To shine in the sea
If you look from La Ereta

And the breeze smells like salt
And the blood in my veins
Boils when I see you arrive
Like a Greek princess
You are Parthenope in the sea
Everything that’s worth it
And between my fingers, the sand
And the flames reflect
In crystal retinas
The color of Denia's water
Burns, heals, and is fatal
To see you sink among the stones
The greed and capital
Of foreign forces

And put a hairpin in, Helena
'Cause there are songs to sing
So many things to change
To make it worth it
And I want the amber glow
To shine in the sea
If you look from La Ereta
If you look from La Ereta
If you look from La Ereta