With closed eyes
and the air´s blowing in my hair,
I hear a little dark whisper
singing old songs of the time.

Never ending songs about
the beginning of the life,
about the daughters of the sea
and the sons of the white sand.

Once upon a time
the sea and the sand lived as one,
but the storm with its drums came
and separated them eternally.

Once upon a time
there was a woman
with a fragile heart,
and her soul strong.
Once upon a time
there was a man
with a hard look
and tenderness inside.

Separated by the wind,
the time crossed their paths,
each one is searching
its other half-part.

In my bed I lay
and closed my eyes again,
start thinking about you,
your voice,your eyes,
the way your heart beats,
the gentle touch of your hand,
while I begin to dream
and whisper to the night.

Where is he?
Why this crash into me?
Why I feel this mad loneliness,
afraid of losing him tonight?

I don´t know you yet
but I know you are somewhere outside,
I feel your presence near me,
like the waves kissing the sand.

Gypsy,gypsy woman!
Start again the sad song
of the beginning of the life,
when I was the intense sea
and you were the beach of quiet sand.

I guess I already know you
like the paths of my dreams
inside my mind.
I guess I miss you,
but I haven´t met you yet.