The crosses I saw in Tijuana
made me remember
the crosses that no one put up
between Ceuta and Gibraltar,
that dreams disappear
when you reach the border,
br/>how eternal such a small view can be
The flowers I saw in Tijuana
made me remember
that black carnations float
in front of the port of Tarifa,
how little the difference is
between hope and sadness, how long
the road is between your house and mine
If one day I return to Tijuana
I would like to find
a song that reminds us
that there was a border there,
that black carnations do not float
in front of the port of Tarifa,
that the current calmed down
between Ceuta and Gibraltar.
(by 2)
The lights I saw in Tijuana
made me remember
how far dreams are from their own reality,
that only birds cross the border without getting wet,
for the wind there are no passports or fences.
If one day I return to Tijuana
I would like to find
a song that I remember
that there was a border there,
that no black carnations float
in front of the port of Tarifa,
that the current calmed down
between Ceuta and Gibraltar.
If any One day 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 Tarifa,
/>that a bridge has been built
between Ceuta and Gibraltar.
The crosses that I saw in Tijuana. (by 8).
The crosses I saw on the wall made me remember...