You're surfing this hidden sea that they don't know
He immersed in the river that catches our youth traveler
She loved the Daimiel's plots, where the birds prate
I'll come back where the water found out its settler
Cheerful ducks dance around this forgotten old paradise
slippery grebes describe waves that conduct the orchestra
a girl has taken the boyfriend's hand between this muse
Little boys, loving these sweet friends, discover treasures
Listening in the sunset, that free man who was killed by evils
her eyes fixed his mind, loving these days when we carry on
our lives
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