The crosses that I saw in Tijuana
They made me remember
The crosses that no one put up
Between Ceuta and Giblartar
That dreams disappear
When you reach the border
How eternal one can be
Such a small view
The flowers I saw in Tijuana
They made me remember
That black carnations are floating
In front of the tariff port
How small is the difference
Between hope and sadness, how long
What is the road between your house and mine
If any Today I return to Tijuana
I would like to find
A song that reminds me
That there was a border there
That black carnations do not float
In front of the port of tariff
That the current calmed down
Between Ceuta and Gibraltar
The lights that I saw in Tijuana
They made me remember
How far away it is In the dreams
Of their own reality
That only birds cross
Without getting the border wet
That for the wind there are no
Neither passports nor fences
If one day I return to Tijuana
I would like to find
A song that reminds me
That there was a border
That they don't float black carnations
In front of the port of Tarifa
That a bridge has been built
Between Ceuta and Gibraltar
The crosses that I saw on
The wall made me remember