Vereda Tropical

I walk
Down the tropical path
The night full of stillness
With its scent of dampness.
And in the breeze coming from the sea
You can hear the whisper of a song
A song of love and mercy...
With her, I went night after night to the sea
To kiss her fresh lips of love
And she swore to love me more and more
And never forget that night by the sea.
Today
All I have left is to remember
My eyes are dying from crying
And my soul is dying from waiting.
Because she left, you let her go
Tropical path, make her come back to me
I want to kiss her lips again by the sea
Tropical path.