In my mind there’s a land,
A path through the ridge,
A journey, a sacred place:
It’s a day blooming with songs
On the stars of my dreams,
On the stars of my dreams.
A hand that travels
From a guitar to a wing
Is sowing songs and tales,
A hand like a bee
Through the veils of the wind,
Through the veils of the wind.
I have a land in my mind, foam of island
I have a land in my mind, seeds of water
Mediterranean, Mediterranean
My country to be done… Mediterranean…
The wind brings seeds
Of islands, dreams in mind
With a song that goes
Looking for new verses
In an old poem,
In an old poem.
The sun will rise again
On the fronds of the tales,
On your throat, on your forehead.
Tomorrow they will talk about it
From east to west,
From east to west.