What I´m singing now is true
and it happens at night.
They´re cunning as snakes
here they go, breaking the wind,
heart racing one hunder beats a minute,
at night on the beaches at Barbate
thousands of rafters, cruises on the deep sea.
At the beaches in Barbate
a siren wails
and breaks the silence of the night.
At the beaches in Barbate
a siren wails
and breaks the silence of the night.
They are the masters of night,
playing with their lives,
with a lot to lose.
They are instruments of the wind
of the wind carrying them
risking life and limb
on the beaches at Barbate.
At the beaches in Barbate
a siren wails
and breaks the silence of the night.
At the beaches in Barbate
a siren wails
and breaks the silence of the night.