I dream of the tide and the west.
That toys with the east and with the blue of this sky.
Queen of silver, you who inundates my thoughts - I want to have you in my memories.
I bought a little number to make myself a little carnival suit
the children of this earth dream of singing to the dawn from the day they're born
This blouse flies, my new flowers fly in a plaza
where happiness reigns and where every day they invent humour.
Ay it's said that a boat of music arrived at Cadiz to conquer it and I haven't met a land so in love.
(Arabic verse)
I dream of the tide and the west.
That toys with the east and with the blue of this sky.
Queen of silver, you who inundates my thoughts - I want to have you in my memories.
And don't be jealous, oh queen, queen of what I say
Of what I say, of what I say. Even though I find myself far away, so far away, I will never forget you. And don't feel jealous oh queen, queen of what I say.
Ay at night in the bulerias one could hear an old wise man singing bulerias, what life has been giving him...
"The tired tired heart, from so much walking, it has more clairvoyance than the cathedral, than the cathedral, the tired heart, tired heart, tired from so much walking."
Life has taught me to be able to sing what I feel
Life has taught me to always look forward and not to the past, not to the past. To always look forward and never to the past.
I dream of the tide and the west.
That toys with the east and with the blue of this sky.
Queen of silver, you who inundates my thoughts - I want to have you in my memories.