Cerca Del Mar
Jorge Drexler
By the Sea
A bag of milk stranded on the sand,
A blue murmur like a bell,
A salty wind that gets into the veins,
A commotion stretches, stretches the skin.
(From the sun fell a white veil, midday light).
By the sea.
Every skin becomes prey to the iodine,
Every hinge rusts again,
Everyone says they're over everything,
And everyone comes back, comes back to try.
(A white house is sinking alone among the dunes).
By the sea, by the sea.
Once they went all the way to the beach,
One night before Carnival,
Once they crossed the line,
All year to remember.
(The wind carried a guitar far away in the night).
By the sea, by the sea,
By the sea, by the sea.
A shadow grows on the horizon,
A kite in the storm,
Beachgoers hide as they can,
Carrying what they could save.
(That sea is not water and salt, it's green and unbridled blood).
A Rastafarian from the neighborhood of Pocitos,
Floats in the drowsiness of the grappa honey,
Tastes the wood of a mezzanine,
Making love on tiptoes.
(All shine is gold under the light lens of summer).
By the sea, by the sea,
By the sea, by the sea.
