Historia de uha peregrina escéptica, de habla inglesa, que se emociona al llegar a Muxía y ver el bravo Atlántico de la Costa da Morte.
Golden sky in the morning
It’s a new day on the road
I keep smiling along the river
Tryng to feel every moment
Within earshot of the sea
I can’t wait to hit the coast
I will arrive at the seashore
Between the foam and the sand
touching the heart of the mighty Atlantic
Sacred stones in the surroundings
Memories that will remain
is more than just a dream come true. This is Muxía.
There is the wounded sea monument
There is a church in the cape
There, in the distance, is Camariñas
And suddenly the beginning
Seems to be so far away
I can’t believe it’s ending, one day left
I made it! I’m at the seashore
Between the foam and the sand
touching the heart of the mighty Atlantic
Sacred stones in the surroundings
Memories that will remain
is more than just a dream come true. This is Muxía.
It’s done! I’m leaving the seashore
Between the foam and the sand
touching the heart of the mighty Atlantic
Sacred stones in the surroundings
Memories that will remain
is more than just a dream come true. This is Muxía.