Years ago, on hollidays,
In spain, Loret del Mar.
Someone gave that little flyer,
that did beating up my heart.
Inside I’ve seen a garden,
with some mermaids on a cliff.
I wondered how they got there,
from the ocean and his rif.
The mermaids came together,
went on turtles down the stairs.
the ocean wind he whispers,
let the sun shine through their hair.
The vines on stairs they crackled,
and took the water that was spread.
The way the clif got closer.
when the turtles went ahead.
And final at that wall,
where is only water seen.
The mermaids left their backs,
until there morninglight would be.
Then they climbed the stairs again,
and looked over the cove.
And when you look on pictures
You’ll understand my mermaid love.