Sal
Gustavo Cerati
Salt
A compass of light
The lighthouse drew in the sea
With a blue kiss
The foam turns into salt
Sirens and seahorses
With their song will enchant us
Ohh! Ohh!
If we wait together
High tides will lower
And when we become one
Maybe they will come looking for us
Because of Neptune's games
The wind got tangled in the sea
They are Neptune's games
Who knows how much we'll have to row
Ohh! Ohh!...
Uhh! Uhh!...
