Your figure like the Himalaya
Your breasts like Karakorum
Your back like the Sahara
Your eyes like Cancun
Travelling through your figure
Your navel for yesterday
Your hands an adventure
Your mouth shall be my hotel
That's why I am from your skin
I was born to be a stranger, without visa or papers
Without you I'm a foreigner...I'm a foreigner
Your veins like the Amazons
Your arms like Guadalquivir
Juliet of my Verona
And there's so much to discover
Your figure like the Great Wall
Your abdomen my Taj Mahal
Your breath is my vitamin
My oxygen to live
That's why I ain't from here
I was born to be a stranger, without visa or papers
Without you I'm a foreigner...I'm a foreigner
There are so many places to go, traveling through your figure
Living to die, embracing your waist
My north, my planet, my country...in miniature
Hiking on your ranges
Swimming on your Iguazu
The Alps are your hips
My dreams are your Kathmandu
The Andes if your outlined
Paris if I see you coming
Los Roques on your pupils
The world to be lived...for that explorer kiss
Travels through your entire world, From Petra to New York
And from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego
There are so many places to go, traveling through your figure
Living to die, embracing your waist
My north, my planet, my country...in miniature\
There are so many places to go, traveling through your figure
Living to die, embracing your waist
My north, my planet, my country...in miniature