Contamíname

Tell me the story of the date palm tree
From the deserts
From your grandparents' mosques

Give me the rhythms of the darbukas
And the secrets
That are in the books I don’t read

Contaminate me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air
Come, but with your eyes and your dances
Come, but not with the anger and the bad dreams
Come, but with the lips that promise kisses

Contaminate me, mix with me
That under my branch you'll find shelter
Contaminate me, mix with me
That under my branch you'll find shelter

Tell me the story of the chains
That brought you here
Of the treaties and the travelers

Give me the rhythms of the drums
And the voices
From the old neighborhood and the new one

Tell me the story of those who never
Were discovered
Of the green river and the boleros

Give me the rhythms of the bouzoukis
The dark eyes
The restless dance of the sorcerer