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I'll wait for you there where the world
Where the world ends
And his sorrows and misfortunes
I'll go, don't doubt it, I will.
I'm going to the rocky north from your beloved Ibiza
From your sacred and solitary corner
In barren terraces I await you, training myself
With the Balearic slingers
Whitewashing the cistern that collects rainwater from the roofs
Calming the turbulence of a passing of cobwebs and shaded areas
I know, I know I'll be back
In my time of lizards and old stones
Where the voices of empty gods cannot reach
I'll wait for you
There where the lighthouse defends the sleeping world
Of bacchanals of impiety
With Balearic slingers
In the land of iridescent lizards
Don't hesitate, I'll be waiting for you in the cabin without locks.
I know, I know you'll come back when you're tired
From the smoke that will envelop you
We will be glad to be alive
We will be happy for our friend.
We will be glad of the journey
And there is no more truth
And there will be no more truth
