Una Historia Dos Ciudades
estoy volviendo volver atrás
nostalgias del que se va
es que mi mente recordará
es mis maletas lo que no está
cosecho el viento salvaje
sin un zumbido ni un temblor
atravesando el viento
y en cada nube va mi dolor
tal ves dios esté a mi lado
presurizado en el avión
las turbinas me alejan de vos
arriba solo veo el sol
abajo campos de algodón
delante percibo triste este
por lo que atrás dejé
tal ves Dios esté a mi lado
presurizado en el avión
las turbinas me alejan de vos
Lima guapa y torera
Buenos Aires nocturna y tanguera
rapito el viento salvaje
buena cosecha del amor
no hay paraísos ni espejismos
ni oasis sin tu amor
una historia dos ciudades
dos personas dos verdades
dos pasiones viscerales
vidas sin vanidades
tal ves Dios esté a mi lado
presurizado en el avión
las turbinas me alejan de vos
Lima guapa y torera
Buenos Aires nocturna y tanguera
Lima guapa y torera
Buenos Aires nocturna y tanguera
Buenos Aires nocturna y rockera
A Tale of Two Cities
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.