La séptima ola [English translation]

A legend from the north tells

about a man crying on the beach

because of the love he lost

and then a seashell

dragged by the waves

rolled to his feet

and he took it in his hands

he put it to his ear

to listen to the sea and what he heard

was his beloved, who was calling him:

Look for me among the waves, she said

look for me among the waves

when the sun go to sleep

and the first wave

will revive your hands

the second wave

will freshen up your face

the third wave

will chase your body without shame

and the fourth, the fifth and the sixth

will play around with you, sprinkling illusions

the seventh wave

that one is me

with my embrace I lift you up in the sky

I left you fall to the ground, and dancing I go away

the seventh wave

that one is me

offering you my coral kiss

dressed in foam, in seaweed, in love

they tell that after that night

the man never came back

crying on the beach

he desappeared

and a seashell

dragged by the waves

turned into a rock

immortalized his memory

at twilight, listening to the sea

like an echo (one can hear)

his beloved's voice, calling him:

Look for me among the waves

look for me among the waves

when the sun goes down

and the first wave

will revive your hands

the second wave

will freshen up your face

the third wave

will chase your body without shame

and the fourth, the fifth and the sixth

will play around with you, sprinkling illusions

the seventh wave

that one is me

with my embrace I lift you up in the sky

I left you fall to the ground, and dancing I go away

the seventh wave

that one is me

offering you my coral kiss

dressed in foam, in seaweed, in love

• Artist:Rocío Jurado