Sal [English translation]

A compass of light

The lighthouse sketched in the sea

With a blue kiss

The foam turns into salt.

Sirens and sea horses

Will enchant us with their song.

If we wait together

High tides will ebb

And when we become one

Perhaps they will come to seek us.

For the games of Neptune

The wind got mixed up in the sea.

They are the games of Neptune

Who knows how much must be rowed...

• Artist:Gustavo Cerati
• Album:Fuerza natural