Isla Bella

Land
Here my song was born, my flag
Smiles that sneak in through the balcony door
And this journey that brings me back today

Far
You don't know how much I miss
The noise of my town and the caress of this sea
When I'm not with you, I invent you

I bring my heart rusted, it needs a string
My soul needs a transfusion, blood from my land
I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to that neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am, and will be for my beautiful island
Back to the shelter that soothes the pain
And the memory of the first love flies
What I was, what I am, and will be for my beautiful island

Slow
The marks are telling me that time
Is like a passenger who gets on your train
And announces that life is a moment

They say
The old men on the corner always say
It doesn't matter what you have if when getting off at the station
One always returns to their roots

I bring my heart rusted, it needs a string
My soul needs a transfusion, blood from my land
I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to that neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am, and will be for my beautiful island
Back to the shelter that soothes the pain
And the memory of the first love flies
What I was, what I am, and will be for my beautiful island