What's the Last Music Video that You've Watched #3

The music you like is horrible, I always say that, but I know that music makes you happy and a festival much happier. But your way of dancing to that music is the most beautiful of all shows. You will already be enjoying your music and returning with your friends from all over the world. Every second of that festival will be a smile for you. And what Athenea said is true, you have a lot of vitality, a lot of energy, I envy you. You have a lot of energy for everything in your life, it is normal that your mother always ends up exhausted and begging to let her rest.

 

@Mama_Lova
Thank you for your beautiful selection of music.

 

Dear Odette,
fine iS liKed mhm . . .
mine giving the
flowers* back to YoU

HugS

 

My youngest kid and I had a trip through the way-back-machine tonight, revisiting these.





And also I won an argument with him, related to these, so it's been quite the night! lol

If you'd like to know what the song's about, here's a recent (and pretty damn awesome) cover, in English --

 

I still have to look up the translations of the songs, but the first impression, just listening to the music, is that I don't understand why Star likes her horrible loud Hardstyle music so much and the second impression is that Star's mother has much better taste in music than Star.

 

But Star and her mother agree on this song, they like it very much.
MEDITERRANEO, Joan Manuel Serrat

maybe because my childhood
Keep playing on your beach
And hidden behind the reeds
sleep my first love
I carry your light and your scent
everywhere i go
And piled in your sand
I keep love, games and sorrows
I, who in my skin have the taste
Bitter from eternal crying
That a hundred peoples have poured into you
From Algeciras to Istanbul
for you to paint blue
Your long winter nights
By force of misadventures
Your soul is deep and dark
To your red sunsets
my eyes got used to it
Like the bend in the road
I am a singer, I am a liar
I like the game and the wine
I have the soul of a sailor
What am I going to do, if I
I was born in the Mediterranean
I was born in the Mediterranean
And you come closer, and you go
After kissing my village
Playing with the tide
You leave, thinking of coming back
you are like a woman
Scented with tar
What is missed and what is wanted
What is known and feared
Oh, yes one day to my bad
The reaper comes to get me
Push my boat into the sea
With an autumn lift
And let the storm
Scrap your white wings
And bury me without mourning
Between the beach and the sky
On the side of a mountain
higher than the horizon
I want to have good eyesight
My body will be the way
I will give green to the pines
And yellow to the genista
Near the sea, because I
I was born in the Mediterranean
I was born in the Mediterranean
I was born in the Mediterranean