If you're happy with it
Never betray it
This enormous spirit of water
That illuminates the sailors
Where the sea announces the rock
And the rock announces another sea
That rock is only an island
Where you can pause
Thousand-year-old populations
Have passed by here
On a freighter to defend
Their dignity
And the dark-skinned lord
The Bourbon prince
Still wears on his armor
The smell of lemons, the smell of lemons
The Mediterranean, Mediterranean
The Mediterranean, Mediterranean
If you'll be faithful to it
It'll accompany you
Throughout the long course of your life
Between peninsulas and cities
Between joy and defeat
Victory and pain
Your body will have its charm
Your skin will carry its smell
And up from Tangier* to Gibraltar
Between the continents, the sea
Is the fake and motionless Atlantic
You dream of stealing
And so many stories are concealed in the ports
Behind the white houses
Of fishermen made from hard fibres
Almost smelling of the Orient
Almost smelling of the Orient...
The Mediterranean, Mediterranean
The Mediterranean, Mediterranean
The Mediterranean, Mediterranean
The Mediterranean, Mediterranean
*. a city in northwestern Morocco on the coast at the western entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar, where the Mediterranean Sea meets the Atlantic Ocean