Cerca Del Mar [English translation]

A bag of milk stranded on the sand,

A blue murmur like a bell,

A salty wind that gets into the veins,

A cacophony stretches, stretches the skin.

(From the sun a white veil falls, the midday light.)

Near the sea.

All skin becomes prey to iodine,

All hinges rust,

Everyone says they get by,

But everyone keeps on trying.

(A white house is sinking by its self among the dunes.)

Near the sea, near the sea.

Once they went to the beach

One night before Carnival

Once they crossed the line,

All year to remember.

(The wind carried a guitar far at night.)

Near the sea, near the sea,

Near the sea, near the sea.

A shadow grows on the horizon,

A tent flies in the storm,

The bathers hide as they can,

They carry what they could salvage.

(That sea isn't salt water, it's green and overflowing blood.)

A Rastafarian, from the neighborhood of Pocitos,

Floats in the drowsiness of grappamiel,

Try the wood of a mezzanine,

Making love on tippytoe.

(Everything that glitters is gold under the mild light of summer.)

Near the sea, near the sea,

Near the sea, near the sea.

• Artist:Jorge Drexler
• Album:Radar