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.