Counting the waves, breaking skies, on my way
Jump into the past where I first trunk (?) the sun.
Finally I do come back
To my country once I left,
Burning after sunset better (? seems better ?)
I certainly never get
Nor the country south being crossing
And the people lie might living
Couldnt tell me more
But the smell of this sky
So much I have to say child.
Buenos Aires miss the wellness (?) into the air,
Buenos Aires I shouldve known
That I will never forget you
Still am I homeless and loneliness
Missing my meaning of life,
I am homeless and loneliness
Banting my head fortune price.
Jump into the past where I first trunk (?) the sun.
Finally I do come back
To my country once I left,
Burning after sunset better (? seems better ?)
I certainly never get
Nor the country south being crossing
And the people lie might living
Couldnt tell me more
But the smell of this sky
So much I have to say child.
Buenos Aires miss the wellness (?) into the air,
Buenos Aires I shouldve known
That I will never forget you
Still am I homeless and loneliness
Missing my meaning of life,
I am homeless and loneliness
Banting my head fortune price.