Viaje

Your curves, the Himalayas
Your breasts, Karakoram
Your back like the Sahara
Your eyes like Cancun
Traveling through your figure
Your belly Panajachel
Your hands are adventure
Your mouth will be my hotel
That's why I belong to your skin

I was born to be a foreigner without a visa or paper
Without you, I'm a stranger, I'm a stranger
Your veins the Amazon
Your arms Guadalquivir
Juliet of my Verona
And there's so much to discover
Your curves Great Wall of China

Your belly my Taj Mahal
Your breath my vitamin
My oxygen to exist
That's why I don't belong here
I was born to be a foreigner, your skin is my country
Your thighs my Varadero, my Varadero

There's so much to see, traveling through your figure
Living to die, embraced by your waist
My north, my planet, my miniature country
Climbing your mountain ranges
Getting wet in your Iguazu
The Alps are your hips
My dream is your Kathmandu
The Andes if you outline yourself
Paris if I see you coming
Los Roques in your pupils

The world to live, that's why I kiss like an explorer
Travel your whole world from Petra to New York
And Alaska land of fire, Land of fire
There's so much to see, traveling through your figure
Living to die, embraced by your waist
My north, my planet, my miniature country
There's so much to see, traveling through your figure
Living to die, embraced by your waist
My north, my planet, my miniature country