Of that wind that caresses you
From Andalusian provinces
That suave wind is so gentle
That wind that strokes your cheek
In those Andalusian provinces
Comes to rest against your mahogany skin
Comes to rest against your mahogany skin
In every letter, should I admit it
In every letter, should I admit it
I fear boring you
And this wait, like a missile
Aches my greige head, greige
Aches my greige head, greige
May the day pass twice
May you come back to me, you on the other shore
Things slip away from us
Strange, strangers to each other
You know from ancient memory
How to distrust the brave
And their ill-timed thirst
How many cowards came here
Chasing chimeras with rifle shots
Drunk on glory, did they think your heart
Would be conquered, pierced with arrows and rancor
Like your Mexican coasts