Lyric

I see from a window

Reflections of blue

And peaks outlined

By smoke and low clouds

And the sun on the houses

That shines and enchants the eye

The sea just a step away

Then pots and succulents

That adorn the terraces

And fill the view

That goes beyond the contours

Continues outside the frame

And then returns to the point

On the artist's eye

That fixes that moment

Steals it like a thief

My city calls me

Pervades my mind

The cumbersome spirit

Of an absent guest

Is a welcoming embankment

From the mountains to the sea

That arouses regret

That pushes you to return

And not to forget

Magic of that image

That overflows from its space

That stimulates memories

And the edge collapses

Scent of saltiness

In the rising wind

A sweet and warm breath

That caresses you and passes

Noises that rise

Exuberant roars

The sounds of life

From the most remote time

Resound powerful

And deceive even the senses

Until you realize

That it's no longer a photograph

My city calls me

Pervades my mind

The cumbersome spirit

Of an absent guest

Is a welcoming embankment

From the mountains to the sea

That arouses regret

That pushes you to return

And not to forget

The colors of the room blend into the painting

And only the sky remains, stretched out, calm, clear

(Calm and clear)

My city calls me (Calls)

Pervades my mind (Mind)

The cumbersome spirit

Of an absent guest (Absent)

Is a welcoming embankment

From the mountains to the sea

That arouses regret

That pushes you to return

And not to forget

(Not to forget)