Vereda Tropical

Vereda Tropical Tropical Lane
Gonzalo Curiel – Mexico

Voy
Por la vereda tropical
La noche plena de quietud
Con su perfume de humedad.
Y en la briza que viene del mar
Se oye el rumor de una canción
Canción de amor y de piedad…
Con el fuí noche tras noche hasta el mar
Para besar su boca fresca de amar

Y me juró quererme más y más
y no olvidar jamás aquella noche junto al mar.

Hoy
Sólo me queda recordar
Mis ojos mueren de llorar
y mi alma muere de esperar.
Por que, por que se fué,
Vereda tropical, tu lo dejaste ir
Hazlo volver a mi
Quiero besar su boca otra vez junto al mar
Vereda tropical, Vereda tropical


I go
through that tropical lane.
The night full of stillness
With its humid perfume;
And in the breeze that comes from the sea
you can hear the murmur of a song.
Song of love and of mercy.
With him I went night after night to the sea….
to kiss his mouth fresh with love.

And he swore to love me more and more…
to never forget those nights near the sea.

Today
I’m left only with the memory.
My eyes die from crying.
My soul dies from waiting.
Why?Why did he leave?
Tropical lane…you let him leave.
Make him return to me.
I want to kiss his mouth again near the sea.
Tropical lane, tropical lane.