First light in Mendoza,
I felt a little closer,
When I called you on a telephone card,
I was danced off my feet,
I had nowhere to sleep,
The pisco had left me off guard.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.

I was lost with the lingo,
Well, call me a gringo,
Sin encanto por señoritas,
The quiet of dawn,
Had me feeling forlorn,
Somewhere they were playing guitars.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.

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You Came for me
In the Dark
With sportswear Jacket
Without said any word
A Cell phone against your ears
Itʼs Quiet and cold here
I am not afraid of You
The footsteps are slow
Nobody wants to leave the place
Nobody wants to leave
Theres a girl
Who is speaking on the phone
She says …
« I come for you »
Nobody wants to leave