Cada una de tus cosas [English translation]

Watching the river, I wrote you a rumba

while I watched you

with your chest restless and happy

and a being of not being from here.

From here I didn't move from your vertigo of mine,

from your vertical smile,

how mysterious is the Hiroshima rose

and the rumba that there is.

The rumba laughed, it doesn't know if it's rumba,

it might be a moment, nothing more

of eternity, of those that give me

Every day, every second

infinitely, the happiness to live,

the sense that gives life, to live with you.

In the sky, in the ground, in every one of your things,

in the sky, in the ground, in every one of your things.

• Artist:Andrés Calamaro
• Album:La lengua popular