On Ibiza’s shore a bell is heard,
small as a breath, soft as a word.
Campanilla sings, the stars look up,
reminding us: never grow up.
The sea reflects her silver light,
a lullaby of endless night.
She calls us back to childhood’s shore,
to dream, to laugh, forevermore.
On Ibiza’s shore a bell is heard,
small as a breath, soft as a word.
Campanilla sings, the stars look up,
reminding us: never grow up.
The sea reflects her silver light,
a lullaby of endless night.
She calls us back to childhood’s shore,
to dream, to laugh, forevermore.