Tarifa (Acoustic)

I was like a satellite across the ocean

Finding its way didn't go back

Not until the rest is gone a path is chosen

And I'm in your hands

So come with me as you are

The wind over old Tarifa wild again

Held in the hand of God

I had a dream that I would take you there

Under an Atlantic sky I'm crossing over

Lucky as the thousand stars that line overhead

Know they mean the same to me as your devotion

It's all that I have

So come with me as you are

The wind over old Tarifa wild again

Held in the hand of God

I had a dream that I would take you there

Ya viene el sol

Al fin de un siglo

Ya viene el sol

Al fin de un siglo

Ya viene el sol

Al fin de un siglo

Al fin de un siglo