Despedida

I’m not from here, sailor too
But I come from far away
And still from the back side of the land, beyond the mission done
I just came to say goodbye

Child of the setting sun
When you insist on wandering
Salt drips from the eyes, sick from the longing to return

Child of the setting sun
When you insist on wandering
Salt drips from the eyes, sick from the ache of missing the sea
I just came to say goodbye