Contamíname [English translation]

Tell me the tale of the date palm

of the deserts,

of your grandparent's mosques.

Give me the darbuka rythms

and the secrets

that are in the books I don't read.

Pollute me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air

come, but do so with your eyes and your dances

come, but not with the rage and the bad dreams

come, but do so with the kiss-announcing lips.

Pollute me, mix up with me,

for under my branch you'll find shelter.

Polute me, mix up with me,

for under my branch you'll find shelter...

Tell me the tale of the chains

that brought you,

of the treaties and the travelers.

Give me the rythms of the drums

and the spokesmen,

of the old and the new neighbourhoods.

Pollute me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air

come, but do so with your eyes and your dances

come, but not with the rage and the bad dreams

come, but do so with the kiss-announcing lips.

Pollute me, mix up with me,

for under my branch you'll find shelter.

Polute me, mix up with me,

for under my branch you'll find shelter...

Tell me the tale of those who never

revealed themselves,

of the green river and the boleros.

Give me the bouzouki rythms,

the black eyes,

the unquiet dance of the sorcerer.

Pollute me, but not with the smoke that chokes the air

come, but do so with your eyes and your dances

come, but not with the rage and the bad dreams

come, but do so with the kiss-announcing lips.

Pollute me, mix up with me,

for under my branch you'll find shelter.

Polute me, mix up with me,

for under my branch you'll find shelter...

• Artist:Pedro Guerra