The White Menorca

Sun over the Mediterranean Sea,
White walls in golden rays.
A sanctuary of wild beauty,
Purest birch at your feet.

Ancient cities and bridges,
Red roofs among roads. Menorca,
island of dreams and peace,
Paradise beaches and ancient granite.

Here, the heart is filled with eternal love,
Every sunset speaks over the water.
Two capitals welcome guests,
Yachts swaying in a quiet harbor.

Scottish orchestra amid squares,
Wine and smiles in a restaurant.
A glass of white wine on the table,
Song sounds for the native soul.

Menorca, pearl of southern winds,
Fiesta and gin under the moon.
Each moment turns into words,
About happiness to be near you.

From megaliths to gray castles,
Caves keep centuries-old silence.
In this land there are no strangers or others,
You become part of its history.

Menorca, biosphere of wonders,
Mahon and Ciutadella afar.
Under this boundless azure canopy,
We have preserved joy in our hearts.

Waves kiss the sand at dawn,
The island will remain forever in the soul.

02.10.2026