Vereda Tropical

I'm walking down the tropical path
with the night full of stillness
and its scent of dampness.

In the breeze coming from the sea
I hear the whisper of a song
that speaks of love and mercy.

With her, I went night after night to the sea,
to kiss her fresh lips of love.
And she swore to love me more and more
and never forget
those nights by the sea.

Today, all I have left is to remember,
my eyes are dying from crying,
my soul is dying from waiting.

Why did she leave?
You let her go
that tropical path.

Make her come back (make her come back), to me,
I want to kiss her lips again, by the sea.

Tropical path,
tropical path, tropical, tropical.