The house was white and the sky blue
the village was white with sand and lime
the Mediterranean was black and deep
when that sailor went to sea.
They say in the town that they used to sleep with sirens
that they fell in love when there was a full moon
that went down to the beach like a boyfriend in love
and I was looking for sand conches
and sang a desperate song
waiting for the arrival of his love.
They say it was strong like the mast of a sailboat,
his white smile and his black hair, black,
that played with the children to the 'pillao' and to the hiding place
and I wandered like a wolf through the harbor
and sang a desperate song
waiting for the arrival of his love.
The white house has remained silent,
they remember him sitting looking at the sea
waiting for a full moon night
preparing his boat to set sail.
They say they saw him walking on the sand
that he went naked chasing his mermaid
He was holding conchs and corals in his hands
and in his chest a heart in love
what zarp? to look for it among the waves
and the white house never came back?
They say it was strong like the mast of a sailboat,
his white smile and his black hair, black,
that played with the children to the 'pillao' and to the hiding place
and I wandered like a wolf through the harbor
and sang a desperate song
waiting for the arrival of his love.
They say in the town that they used to sleep with sirens
that they fell in love when there was a full moon
that went down to the beach like a boyfriend in love
and I was looking among the conch sand.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)