Una Historia Dos Ciudades

I'm going back, turning around
Nostalgia for those who leave
It's just that my mind will remember
It's my bags that aren't here
I harvest the wild wind
Without a buzz or a shiver
Cutting through the wind
And in every cloud goes my pain
Maybe God is by my side
Pressurized in the plane
The turbines take me away from you
Up high, I only see the sun
Down below, fields of cotton
Ahead, I sense this sadness
For what I left behind
Maybe God is by my side
Pressurized in the plane
The turbines take me away from you
Lima, beautiful and bold
Buenos Aires, nightlife and tango
I grab the wild wind
A good harvest of love
There are no paradises or mirages
No oasis without your love
A tale of two cities
Two people, two truths
Two visceral passions
Lives without vanity
Maybe God is by my side
Pressurized in the plane
The turbines take me away from you
Lima, beautiful and bold
Buenos Aires, nightlife and tango
Lima, beautiful and bold
Buenos Aires, nightlife and tango
Buenos Aires, nightlife and rock.