Fresh air that comes to my face,
wind blowing from the East,
from Northeast and the North.
I feel the salt in my skin.
You and I are earth and sea, uncontrolled pleasure,
and if the boat sinks, I'll stay by your side.
We're strength, fury, blood, the paths we've walked,
protagonists of a story you'll never be told.
Waves come and go,
waves are breaking.
Where is the people from the Mediterranean?
Mediterranean is a party,
a senseless song.
Mediterranean is the storm,
Mediterranean [is] our yell.
Mediterranean is the tenderness
of some caresses in my bed.
Mediterranean is the certainty
that I was born here and I'm here.
Mother earth, our mother,
today I entrust your charm.
My house is your house,
a door without a lock.
You and I keep rowing, mocking the giants.
A lighthouse in the dark night, the light that will guide us.
Our fight takes the strength it deserves.
We won't rest until the walls fall down.
Waves come and go,
waves are breaking.
Where is the people from the Mediterranean?
Waves come and go,
waves are breaking.
Where is the people from the Mediterranean?
Mediterranean is a party,
a senseless song.
Mediterranean is the storm,
Mediterranean [is] our yell.
Mediterranean is the tenderness
of some caresses in my bed.
Mediterranean is the certainty
that I was born here and I'm here.
(I was born here and I'm here)
I was born here and I'm here
and since certain things happen to me,
here I suffer, I don't pass, I don't laugh (no)
Here I protest, I don't shut up and I say.
Cross the storm, the sorrow, the wave, the crest,
look at the tenderness, at the end of the way,
we want the promised reward.
Partying Mediterranean!
The boom sounds, the clap sounds,
the bombo sounds, clap!, the dub sounds,
the liberty dance sounds,
travelling hugs in the depths of the sea.
(In the depths of the sea, the depths of the sea)
The sea, cemetery of humanity.
Waves come and go,
waves are breaking.
Where is the people from the Mediterranean? (Mediterranean)
Mediterranean is a party,
a senseless song. (Mediterranean)
Mediterranean is the storm,
Mediterranean [is] our yell. (Mediterranean)
Mediterranean is the tenderness
of some caresses in my bed. (Mediterranean [is] our yell)
Mediterranean is the certainty
that I was born here and I'm here.