Puerto de Santa Cruz

Port of Santa Cruz
so distant and beloved,
little piece of cold,
sun of my heart.

My little song
like a long lament,
little dove in the wind
will carry my voice...

My voice, my voice
lost in the goodbye,
goodbye of love,
madness of yesterday.

Yesterday of fire under the big house,
the big house, refuge of love.

Love of loving under the gray snow
and the gray of the sea hitting the window.

The window where your blue mouth,
blue, blue your mouth by the sea!

Port of Santa Cruz
little piece of my soul,
my guitar in the dawn
sometimes cries.

The seagulls of the sea
if they ask for her
tell them that in a star
I will find her again...

And the sea, the sea
will tell me again.

It will tell your voice lost in the goodbye,
goodbye of love, madness of yesterday,
yesterday that returns with your blue laughter,
blue, blue your mouth by the sea.

Watching the snow fall, go crazy,
go crazy under that big house,
the snow and you and my old Santa Cruz.

Port of Santa Cruz
Port of Santa Cruz!...