Sol Forastero

You who never wanted to hear about America
now you say you want to go there...
If you don't even know where California is
you tell me that now you're dying to
tan there
Under a foreign sun
under a foreign sun...

And now suddenly you put on a New York t-shirt
and you have no idea what the weather will be like
Under a foreign sun, I'll be a foreigner
under a black sky, I'll speak as a foreigner

But what a myth hey! what bars and what stars
what are you talking about girl, look you're blinding yourself
but what freedom, what kind of culture
but what gringo mandingo, not even a hard dick
but what president, what skyscrapers
but what society that lives without camels
but what the hell are you saying, look how you eat
yes, see, see, see where you get your drinks from

Just yesterday you were telling me tomorrow we'll go to the sea
tell me then what is this about an intercontinental flight...
Darling, let's talk slowly, life there is sad
you sleep little, spend a lot, and eat that birdseed bread

Under a foreign sun, I'll be a foreigner
under a black sky, I'll speak as a foreigner