before my brother’s eyes, the sea
changing colour by the hour
he calls it a teenage dream
for the lovers to walk by
and pay no mind
the times spent in the old pine square
chasing pigeons for a thrill
dancing to the chime of bells
never thinking we would leave
this town made of sand
a full glass in hand
half a dream in the other one
he says « salud ! santé !
Raoul, comparte el vino »
a laugh, a slap, mi hermano
we raise our drinks to the southern skies
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