Mis gaviotas [English translation]

Playing yesterday naked on the sand

my childhood little by little I saw pass,

it has escaped me with me barely realising it,

dreaming about flying.

To leave playing with the wind,

a moment to fall on the water.

I was raised dreaming, close to the sea,

close to the rocks,

one day I learnt to fly,

I learnt to fly

like my seagulls.

And I left far from there

that day,

without looking back I believed

that never would I return.

I found a thistle, a flower,

a dream, a love, a sadness,

I left alone and later we left as two,

a kiss, a goodbye and it all begins.

Another song, another illusion, other things,

and already fed up of

today I returned to search for

my seagulls.

And I didn't see them, they also left

from that nook that at one time unified us,

I remained alone, digging in the ground,

searching for my childhood.

They must never return,

they left it behind,

under the sand, close to the sea,

next to some rocks

that cannot fly,

that cannot fly

like my seagulls.

And I leave more sad today

than that day,

without looking back

I believed that never would I return.