Santa Rosa

You’re leaving, you can’t stand this place
You’re leaving, you can’t handle Uruguay that never changes.
You’re leaving, even when you don’t know
You try and whatever happens, you come back with nothing.

When you arrive, don’t forget me,
Write to me if you can, I’m still here,
Stuck here,
Like a dagger on the map.

You’re leaving, you can’t always lose
You’re leaving, searching for a future you can’t have here.
You’re leaving, nothing holds you back anymore
You’re leaving, things are tough, how can I not understand?

When Santa Rosa comes around
Every August I’ll miss you not being here,
Stuck here,
Like a dagger in my chest.

Where will I find you, near the end, if this keeps going wrong?
Will it be here or there?
Or in Uruguay?