Montevideo

I have painted on my skin
the tear of this city,
the same that gives to drink,
the same that will make you shipwreck.

I have on my skin its taste,
a slight hint of salt,
that I have never known how to hide,
that I have never known how to look at.

If I let my feet choose
they take me on the path to the sea,
they take me on the path to the sea,
they take me on the path to the sea.

The sea that brought me here,
the port from which I will set sail,
one day thinking of returning,
one day escaping again.

Any day I will leave
leaving its tear behind,
the sorrow that makes me leave
will be the same that makes me return.

If I let my feet choose
they take me on the path to the sea,
they take me on the path to the sea,
they take me on the path to the sea.