Verano Del ´93

You came back to love,
and I've started drinking again
that's how the summer of '93 ended

You look for the Southern Cross
I look for a full bottle;
hiding place from ancient times
where sorrows don't reach.

There's a light that betrays the stars
and reveals their universal presence
even yours and mine, my friend,
are the kind that will never shine.

Crazy light that shines aimlessly
treasure sunk in the heart
I'm not going to ask you for a wish;
my wishes are not the kind that come true.

The waves reach the shore
before the sea was salty.
They bring to the beach sand
disgraces and seashells