The Sahara Desert is closer
To my lips than your kisses
And the market of Istanbul
The mosques of India are closer
To my fingers than your body
And the night in Kathmandu
That you won't guess my good sense
That you will never suffer my bad times
The danzones of Santiago are closer
To my rhythm than your legs
The almond trees of Tejeda are closer
To my sages than your school
The place that I never saw
That you won't guess my good sense
That you will never suffer my bad times
That you won't guess my good sense
That you will never suffer my bad times