Rio de la Plata

River Plate, god that kills and does good
Don’t turn your back on me, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty
Don’t turn your back on me, I want to kiss your skin

Morning sun over the river, sleep now
Give me your gaze that wakes up my drunkenness
Light up my soul, I’m dying without your skin

Who will give color to the water, who will quench my thirst?
Will it be the River Plate or the sun that saw me born?
Who will give color to my soul, who will refresh my faith
If centuries have passed since love went away?