Río Salvaje - JAF

If you listen you can here it comes.

Wailaree, wailaree.

There is a river called the river of no return,

no return, no return,

sometimes it’s peaceful and sometimes wild and free.

Love is a traveller on the river of no return,

no return, no return,

swept on forever to be lost in the stormy sea.

(Wailaree).

I can hear the river call (no return, no return).

I can hear my lover call,"come to me".

I lost my love on the river,

and forever my heart will yearn.

Gone, gone forever,

down the river of no return.

Wailaree, wailaree.

She never return to me,

wailaree.