Corsário

My tropical heart is covered in snow, but
It boils in its icy vault
And the voice vibrates and the hand writes sea
Blessed grave blade that pierces the wall and brings
The crazy and brief fevers
That stain the silence and the dock
Rose gardens, New Granada of Spain
For you, I, your imprisoned corsair
I will break the blue glacier of loneliness
And seek the hand of the sea
Drag myself to the sea, search for the sea
Even if I send in bottles
Messages all over the sea
My tropical heart will break this ice will go
With the bottles of shipwrecks
And the roses breaking the air
New Granada of Spain
And the roses breaking the air