I listen to the breeze sing
And I imagine some words
That I would like you to say
When your dream of me flies away
I hear the noise of the wave
Like a heart beating on the shore
He says throughout the weeks
Let him come back, let him come back
I live on the cliff my house looks the water
In the distance the sea is jealous because I am waiting for a sailor
Thanks to her humble prayers the Madonna is with me
And I will be the first to see her coming three-masted ships
I listen to the breeze sing
And I imagine some words
That I would like you to say
When your dream of me flies away
I hear the sound of the wave
Like a heart beating on the shore
He says throughout the weeks
Let him come back, let him come back
The days are all Sundays when the boats are there
In front of each white house a large thread will dry
We dance along the beaches we have only one thought
But how sad a village is when the bride and groom are far away
I listen to the breeze sing
It whispers so many wonders
That you taught it to her
For say them only to my ear
I listen to the wind of Spain
The wind that jumps from the mountain
To sing along the vines
Come back quickly, come back quickly
Come back.

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