I touched the Columbian sand
Aged by tears and salty air
I wore the autumn sweater
That you left me in October
What could I have done to keep you?
At least one morning to wake up
On the bays of your Pacific

The wind rises, pulling the reins
Of a love that no longer breathed
Of nights that no longer sang your songs
Which from afar have had reason over us

But me, I will wait for you there
On the shores, dead from the cold
In the hope that I shared
With only me to realize
That you do not reach me
And it's like all these steps
That the sand can erase
From the Pacific, so loved

Kiss the girls, kiss the west
Far from my cries, from my distress
You forgot me every second
Spent in the arms of a dove
I screamed so much to catch
A moment of sincerity
On the bays of your Pacific

The wind rises, pulling the reins
Of a love that no longer breathed
Of nights that no longer sang your songs
Which from afar have had reason over us

But me, I will wait for you there
On the shores, dead from the cold
In the hope that I shared
With only me to realize
That you do not reach me
And it's like all these steps
That the sand can erase
From the Pacific, so loved

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