We’re not like those who desire freedom
At a distance, spending their life in boredom,
In a prison filled with old brochures
Advertising trips to frozen pastures.
We were patient enough to wait
For truth to transform us through the gate
Of a temple named Poema del Mar –
We never thought we’d go so far.
Our two songs passed through the glass of the aquaria
And followed the coast of Canaria
On the back of a yellow and a black and white fish.
Across the ocean, we made a wish.
Joyful like two parrots in the archipelago
Of golden signs wrought long ago,
We believe in another freedom,
Of poetry and philosophy: our kingdom.