We were born in a land where black Osprey perch
on the ocean bluff forty feet, above our anchor chain
For many years,snaking back into the crystal depths
in a sailor’s dream who told old tales
In the silence of the sea, my voice is listened here
As the dying chirp, of a wounded bird.
I shouted for help, suddenly a far away voice returned
But if it’s only an echo, will it kill me?
WELCOME TO BAJA CALIFORNIA
A PLACE WHERE NIGHTMARES SAIL BY THIS LAND
IN THE DEEP SLEEP OF TRAMPS OF THE SEA
THE NOISE OF THE WAVES IS A PASSION
WE’RE BELOW THE BORDER RIGHT NOW.
WHERE OLD SHIPS RUN PUSHED BY THE WIND
My voice is as hoarse As the noise of the waves,
The beauty of silence all etched in one place.
My voice has been listened , And the gulls fall in despair.
Now we dream lightly, now we don’t have to care
WELCOME TO BAJA CALIFORNIA
A PLACE WHERE NIGHTMARES SAIL BY THIS LAND
IN THE DEEP SLEEP OF TRAMPS OF THE SEA
THE NOISE OF THE WAVES IS A PASSION
WE’RE BELOW THE BORDER RIGHT NOW.
WHERE OLD SHIPS RUN PUSHED BY THE WIND
I used to be a poor man, but now I´m rich
Our ship broke its back, I drew my last breath
I knew SAN DIEGO like the back of my hand
It will be hard to never be able to return
WELCOME TO BAJA CALIFORNIA
A PLACE WHERE NIGHTMARES SAIL BY THIS LAND
IN THE DEEP SLEEP OF TRAMPS OF THE SEA
THE NOISE OF THE WAVES IS A PASSION
WE’RE BELOW THE BORDER RIGHT NOW.
WHERE OLD SHIPS RUN PUSHED BY THE WIND