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The Fish Song

If you came to have dinner with me tonight,
I would buy a fish and a bottle of wine.
I would put it in my secret sauce three hours before
and I would fill the house with some candles.
 
Because I know all that I have to risk.
Everything will be on the table without thinking.
I don't have to tangle myself up so much.
 
There's a party tonight because I am with you.
Today, it's going to be clear that we're not only friends.
There's a party tonight, it's not a mistake.
Tonight the neighbours are going to stay awake.
 
If you came to have dinner with me tonight,
there would be no need of talking with double-entendres.
 
And this time there won't be any reasons to stop
that which has been meant to happen for so long,
and postponing it is not worth it.
 
There's a party tonight because I am with you.
Today, it's going to be clear that we're not only friends.
There's a party tonight, it's not a mistake.
Tonight the neighbours are going to stay awake.
 
Tonight, tonight, tonight there's a party.
The best has yet to start.
From friendship to love, there's only half a metre to cross.
And if it's for real, why pretending?
 
There's a party tonight because I am with you.
Today, it's going to be clear that we're not only friends.
There's a party tonight, it's not a mistake.
Tonight the neighbours are going to stay awake.
 
There's a party tonight because I am with you.
Today, it's going to be clear that we're not only friends.
 
If you came to have dinner with me tonight,
I would buy a fish and a bottle of wine.
 

Dirty Dancing

Breathe deeply next to me
Because your foreign clothes
I want to rip
And then throw them
 
My skin is a map on you
Where we are, nobody knows
With the sky on the floor
Is much more beautiful
 
???
But I don't want to hide anymore
Melt my fog right now
I want to show you everything that I don't tell you
 
I have movies as many as you want, want, do you want me
Not to hide them from your eyes?
Dirty Dancing from 3 o'clock, do you want, do you want me
To tame all your demons?
 
Squeeze me in your arms harder
I feel like I'm sinking
Dirty Dancing from 3 o'clock, do you want, do you want me
To tame all your demons?
 
Mix the blood in the glass
Take a cube of ice, stand on hot coals
You feel goose bumps under your skin
Where my hands are
 
I drink it to the bottom, but slowly
My mind has been pawned
You feel goose bumps under your skin
Where my hands are
 
I have movies as many as you want, want, do you want me
Not to hide them from your eyes?
Dirty Dancing from 3 o'clock, do you want me, do you want me
To tame all your demons?
 
Squeeze me in your arms harder
I feel like I'm sinking
Dirty Dancing from 3 o'clock, do you want me, do you want me
To tame all your demons?
 
I have movies as many as you want, want, do you want me
Not to hide them from your eyes?
Dirty Dancing from 3 o'clock, do you want me, do you want me
To tame all your demons?
 

Everything changes

Versions: #1
Your kiss turned into heat
then the heat movement,
it became a drop of sweat,
that went to steam, then wind
 
that in a corner of La Rioja
moved the vane of a mill
while the wine was stepped on
that your red mouth drank.
Your red mouth in mine,
the glass that turns in my hand,
and while the wine fell down
I knew that in some distant corner
from another galaxy
the love you gave me
someday would return transformed
to say thank you.
 
Each one gives what it receives
and then receives what it's giving
nothing's more simple
there's no other rule
nothing is lost
everything just transforms.
 
The wine I paid for
with that Italian euro
that had been in a wagon
before being in my hand.
And before that in Torino
and before Torino in Prato
where my shoes were made
on top of which the wine would fall
 
Shoes that in some hours
I will look for under your bed
with the light of the dawn
next to your flat sandals
 
that you bought that day
in Salvador de Bahía
where to other you gave the love
that today I would return back to you.
 
Each one gives what it receives
and then receives what it's giving
nothing's more simple
there's no other rule
nothing is lost
everything just transforms.
 

Lost hearts

I know words are gone with the wind
but I did what I could to make you happy
but this life is not made of dreams
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
It happens what always happens with people
they're made of a way and they can't be changed
and it takes a life to try to understand it
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
I've seen so many, so many lost souls
I've seen them wandering in the city
and it's where you'll end if you run out of luck
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
I know the truth has many ways
but in any case, what matters the truth
if the lost hearts are only two
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
if the lost hearts are only two
and you don't want to see it
 

At your feet

You found the way
the blessed way
and we meet again
Nailed in the wood
like the Christ that it was
the show must go on
It's the life of the artist
it turns you pessimistic
and there's little you can do
A new conquer
the masochist part
that doesn't want to be convinced
 
And again I'm at your feet
And again I'm at your feet
 
You were around
like a beast on the loose
the footprints won't get lost
It's about a moment
so insignificant
the wick is on again
It's about the destiny
the crossroads
the mysteries of love
The masochist part
sorry if I insist
the pray that falls again
 

Fighters in the mud

I no longer remember why we fight
How everything went out of hands
No matter who's to blame
We both know well
It's killing us
 
Days go by, damage report
Months and years go by
It seems to be normal
To stab each other
Besieging each other
 
Life passes behind a chimera
It can happen to anyone
Because in the tunnel of love
There's the fog of pain
Tormenting us
 
We are fighter sin the mud
We are losers to everything
Speeding up till the end
Like in a crazy carnival
Missing each other
 
We are fighter sin the mud
First the finger, then the elbow
The bitter and the sweet
Speeding up till the end
Missing each other
 

Carts of my city

I know you don't see them
because they're in the deceitfulness
of a city without memory
without time for its history
They load as much as they can
and also what they can't
swaying to the swinging
of their invisible dreams
 
Carts of my city, chamarrita1 that names them
Shadows rummaging in the shadow of the harsh reality
Rattles that the wind brings pulled by a horse
A pintabian or a bay trotting on the pavement
 
They're searching in the garbage
whatever is good for them
swaying to the swinging
faces with the hardest skin
Like in a strange rite
they don't mind the filth
they find something good
when carts pass by
 
A very powerful man
say it's a shame
and insult to decency
an improper job
He completely missed the mark
because a shame is to steal
shame is not working
to bring the bread to the table
 

• 1. a type of folk music

Anticipation of Love

Neither the intimacy of your look,
your brow fair as a feast day,
nor the favor of your body,
still mysterious, reserved, and childlike,
nor what comes to me of your life,
settling in words or silence,
will be so mysterious a gift
as the sight of your sleep, enfolded
in the vigil of my arms.
 
Virgin again, miraculously,
by the absolving power of sleep,
quiet and luminous
like some happy thing recovered by memory,
you will give me that shore of your life
that you yourself do not own.
 
Cast up into silence
I shall discern that ultimate beach of your being
and see you for the first time, perhaps,
as God must see you --
the fiction of Time destroyed,
free from love, from me.
 

When The Night Reaches The Port

Sleeping with the open window
Out there, the night goes broken
The voice that went silent, something that falls apart
Town is brutal when the night reaches the port, port
 
Fever and equinoctial
The walls grips closer
Heart's on the throat just like in a Cohen Vals
Patchy kind when the night reaches the port, port
 
Sleepless summer nights.
Something inside of me releases
Give me a rain, come out of nowhere
Gasp for air again, when the night reaches the port
 

Waking Up

Daylight leaks in, and sluggishly I surface
from my own dreams into the common dream
and things assume again their proper places
and their accustomed shapes. Into this present
the Past intrudes, in all its dizzying range–
the centuries-old habits of migration
in birds and men, the armies in their legions
all fallen to the sword, and Rome and Carthage.
 
The trappings of my day also come back:
my voice, my face, my nervousness, my luck.
If only Death, that other waking-up,
would grant me a time free of all memory
of my own name and all that I have been!
If only morning meant oblivion!
 

Mercy

I come to implore
on my knees, before You.
I ask for forgiveness and redemption,
if it can be, for my faults.
 
I know very well that I committed
a crime with her love
and, now, repentant I am.
 
I am
the one who one day, before the altar,
promised never, ever
to abandon
the beautiful and happy woman
that adored me.
 
I was
the disgrace of her love
and, on my knees, before You,
once more, I beg for pardon,
 
I was
the disgrace of her love
and, on my knees, before You,
once more, I beg for pardon,
 

To Hell With Women

If we men weren't foolish
and we'd think reasonably,
we'd treat with ridicule and contempt
that curse they call love.
 
It only serves to displease us,
only to break our soul,
to live amongst sorrows and fears
and in addition to suffer in silence.
 
If one loves a woman because she is pretty,
it's her fault when a rival appears,
and life turns out to be cursed,
and fate turns deadly.
 
If one is poor, they love money
if one is ugly, they throw him to the lions1
and the man who is good and honest.
they drive him mad just to betray us.
 
That's why women can go to hell,2
they only serve to bring us pain.
 
I once surrendered my love
to a lovely and precious woman,
she was my love, one of the best,
but ungrateful her love was.
 
For her I was paid in betrayal,
because they all pay us like this,
her malicious decisions were foolish,
they made me cry and suffer.
 
From here to there experience has taught me
that women are just furniture,
we must only look at their appearance
than to ever take them seriously.
 
I don't want to collect that debt,
it's better off for me to stay where I am,
I know too well that another can pay it,
why should I like this I am very happy?.
 
That's why women can go to hell,
they only serve to bring us pain.
 
That's why women can go to hell,
they only serve to bring us pain.
 

• 1. singular 'lion'
• 2. throughout the song, the words 'al diablo' means 'to the devil', when you tell someone to go to hell, we say 'que se vaya al diablo' or 'que se vaya al demonio'.

Neighbour

A new neighbor everyone knows about
Except nobody knows if she already has a boyfriend yet
What's there is what people want to know
There are people marrying money, making money
 
What's there is what is people want to know
There's a single line at your heart's door
 
I'm one person
My plan is set
It has already been extensively tested
Never let me down
 
You'll see, people will come up
If we pass hand in hand and then kiss
You'll see, people will want
Know the spell I did to stay with you
 
Neighbor
I do not know your name
Neighbor
You also don't know mine
Neighbor
If you are Juliet
Neighbor
I can be Romeo
 

Vein

They say he'll be back on the street already
As soon as he just arrived
I asked but you continue
And you don't even think about changing
 
If you want it with me this way
And I will have to adapt
I can even review my concepts
But I have the right to claim
 
Stay more at home for your sake
My vein
See if you can think a little
My vein
Let's dive into the Zen wave
Do come and go
Which is good too
And we have love to give
 
My vein
Let's dive into the Zen wave
Do come and go
Which is good too
And we have love to give
 
Vein
Vein
My vein
 

Olé, olé!

It comes together that the vibe is strong
The more joy the better
Let's get lucky
Our energy is much greater
It's a really cool thing
That pushes the crowd up
It's a mix of pop and rap
Rock and confetti
Samba and serpentine
 
You will like the climate
You'll want to dance
The 'bros' are fine people
And the 'chicks' are to fall in love with
 
You will like the climate
You'll want to come back
So put your hand up
I want to see the people sing
Ole Ole
 
Olê olê, Olê olê, Olê olê
Olê olá (Hello) (x2)
 

The hunters

Little path on the mountain
steeped by the rain,
where the hunter found
the tracks of the deer.
 
Mountain who is loving
to those that seek refuge in it,
but what dangers await those
who always want to mock its law,
but what dangers await those
who always want to mock its law.
 
To the little water well
the deer came down to, down to drink,
and because it was careless, the poor thing
didn't even have time to run.
 
To many men the same thing happened
as it did to the deer,
because they are careless
they lose their lives, they lose their hearts,
because they are careless
they lose their lives, they lose their hearts.
 
Little path on the mountain
filled with flowers and hope,
listen to the hunters,
how they praise you in their song.
 
From the little water well
the hunter returns content,
he goes to his refuge where a
bloody life1 has abandoned him,
he goes to his refuge where a
bloody life has abandoned him.
 

• 1. a violent life, a life filled with blood.

The One in Love

Moons, ivory, instruments, roses,
lamps and the works of Dürer,
the nine numbers and the changing zero,
are things I must pretend to see.
 
I must pretend that Persépolis and Roma
were long gone, and that a fine arena
measured the luck of the battlement
that the centuries of Iron disrupted.
 
I must pretend that the weapons and pyre
of the epopee and the heavy seas
eat away the Pillars of the Earth,
 
and that others exist, yet it's all a lie.
Only you exist. You, my misfortune
and my fortune, who is tireless and pure.
 

Baruch Spinoza

In golden haze, the West lights up
the window. The frequent manuscript
awaits, already filled with infinity.
Thus God is created in dim light.
 
A man begets God. He is a jew
with sad eyes and an olive skin.
Time carries him like the river carries
a leaf through the declining water.
 
He shows no care. The magician perseveres
and carves his God with fine geometry,
and starts from His disease, from nothing.
 
He still proclaims God's name with His word.
The most prodical love was bestowed to him,
His love, which does not wait to be loved.
 

The Moon

There is such solitude in that gold.
At night, the moon is not the one
that witnessed the first Adam. The many centuries
of human vigil have embellished it
with ancient sadness. Behold. It's your reflection.
 

The Bison

Mountainous, worn down, indecipherable,
flaming red as an ember that goes out,
it walks burly and slowly in the vague
solitude of its untiring wilderness.
 
It awakes with its equipped nape.
In this old bull with sleep rage,
I see the Indian men from the West
and the lost men from Altamira.
 
Then I think that human time, whose
spectral mirror is memory, ignores it.
Time cannot reach it, nor can the history
 
of its passage, so changeable and futile.
Timeless, numberless and nil
is the first and final bison.
 

Options

Oh, no
You look interested
Beyond your figure
Tell me if you have plans
Of starting an adventure
There you go very confidently showing your skin
You are very good at stealing glances
It gets interesting, interesting
Oh, leave me a doubt
Let me see you
Only once and then we'll see if it works
How does it feel like, oh
 
I have options
I'm not going to lie
I have options
But I want you
Oh, baby you and I
Nobody else
You don't still say no
When I am with you I
Have options
I have options
baby
 
That's why we better not to take advantages
For once, for once, come on, let's go
If my hands go fast stop me
And in rhythm I get low
Smooth but don't let the engine turn off
That you have the control of the ride
Let me be a gentleman
And I grab all your luggage
 
I have options
I'm not going to lie
I have options
But I want you
Oh, baby you and I
Nobody else
You don't still say no
When I am with you I
 
I Have options
I have options
Let me see you
Only once and then we'll see if it works
How does it feel like, oh
 
I have options
I'm not going to lie
I have options
But I want you
Oh, baby you and I
Nobody else
You don't still say no
When I am with you I
I have options
 

29

Maybe I'm not the suitable person for rummaging on your drawer
You can fly if you want
When I try to catch your
 
Heart, I stick myself hundreds of pins
I don't now whether I have to talk or to shut up,
Hardly I get to forget
I don't want to lose myself, if it's not with you.
The eve fell again like a concrete block,
And thermostat doesn't move
I have to end up this song, that
I began when I was 29 years old
It was Sunday and the wind changed, now I plan on
And I heat my voice
You are like a hurt puppy,
I am the luck you've not got,
And I don't want to lose myself if it's not with you.
I have multi-coloured flowers,
My shoulders when you need to cry
And my clown nariz
I want to walk thousand of paths with you.
Neither with whereabouts,
Nor with destiny,
 
Where you want to guide me
 

Matchless Talisman

Hey, I just wanted to tell you
That it was so nice to know you
I don't even know how to explain
 
It's as if I could see
What there's inside of you
You came to make me whole
 
It can be seen right from the beginning
That I need you
Just like air, for me to breathe
 
If one gets lost from the other
Everything loses its meaning
Like a matchless talisman
 
When it comes from the heart
We notice it as we breathe
Take hold, break, I'll give you my heat
I was born to be and I'm your loved one
 
When it comes from the heart
We notice it as we breathe
Take hold, break, I'll give you my heat
I was born to be and I'm your loved one
 
Hey, I just wanted to tell you
That it was so nice to know you
I don't even know how to explain
 
It's as if I could see
What there's inside of you
You came to make me whole
 
It can be seen right from the beginning
That I need you
Just like air, for me to breathe
 
If one gets lost from the other
Everything loses its meaning
Like a matchless talisman
 
When it comes from the heart
We notice it as we breathe
Take hold, break, I'll give you my heat
I was born to be and I'm your loved one
 
When it comes from the heart
We notice it as we breathe
Take hold, break, I'll give you my heat
I was born to be and I'm your loved one
I was born to be and I'm your loved one
I was born to be and I'm your loved one
My love
 
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The Sea

Ere Dream - or Terror - had begun to glean
its web of myth and broad cosmogony,
ere Time had settled unto days, the Sea -
the ever Sea - existed and had been.
 
Who is the Sea? Who is the old tormentor
who has for ages sapped the earthly shore,
and who at once is one and countless more,
and randomness and storm and fall and splendor?
 
Each time one sees the sea is yet the first.
The spellbound soul takes in the peremptory
display of primal things: the moonshine glory,
the shifting skies, the gaze in flames immersed.
 
Who is the Sea, who am I? I shall find
the day my agony is left behind.
 

Driftwood

I'm made of driftwood,
I go at the mercy of the river undertow,
I come, I come and go,
I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.
I come, I come and go,
I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.
 
I have the edges so rounded,
I was tattooing myself with water and time,
I come, I come and go,
I'm much less what I know than what I feel.
I come, I come and go,
I'm much less what I know than what I feel.
 
And someday I drifted to your bank,
I ran aground on a bend of your sand,
you got hold of my dreams and my nightmares,
of my bad lights and my Christmas Eves.
I don't know what it is that they call fate,
perhaps it's barely a grain in the wood.
 
I just know that I made a stop on the way
and today I would stay forever by your side.
I just know that I made a stop on the way
and today I would forever stay by your side.
 
I'm made of driftwood,
I go at the mercy of the river undertow,
I come, I come and go,
I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.
I come, I come and go,
I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.
 

Magnolia

What can I possibly want?
If I know life is beautiful and pretty
What can I possibly want?
If I know that I'm at one with life
Dressed all in white
Quite handsome
Waiting for her to come
For her to come
 
Mag
Mag, Mag
Magnolia
I said Magnolia
I said Magnolia
Mag
Mag, Mag
Magnólia
I said Magnolia
I said Magnolia
Mag
Mag, Mag
Magnolia
 
I checked with the stars already
She is coming in Spring
She is already on her way
Flying aboard a golden mother ship
Really fast, made of a miraculous metal
With crystal windows
And lined in pink velvet
And lined in pink velvet
Pink
 
Mag
Mag, Mag
Magnolia
I said Magnolia
I said Magnolia
Mag
Mag, Mag
Magnólia
I said Magnolia
I said Magnolia
I said Mag, Mag, Mag
I said Magnolia
Mag, Magnolia
Magnolia
Magnolia
 
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For Real

Remember that we did
To deny the desire that remained
We opened up for half the world
Just to proof to ourselves that a change would be better
 
All that happened remained suspended in the air
Like a glass panel, like an hologram
The only thing chance planned was our affair
So time could crystallize
 
Remember we broke up for real
And we proved all that there was to be proved
We met half the world just to see
That nothing will change in me, in you, in this love
 
Remember that we did
To deny the desire that remained
We opened up for half the world
Just to proof to ourselves that a change would be better
 
All that happened remained suspended in the air
Like a glass panel, like an hologram
The only thing chance planned was our affair
So time could crystallize
 
Remember we broke up for real
And we proved all that there was to be proved
We met half the world just to see
That nothing will change in me, in you, in this love
 
Remember we broke up for real
And we proved all that there was to be proved
We met half the world just to see
That nothing will change in me, in you, in this love
 
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Chimera

I'm out looking for you, chimera
paper butterfly
I'll keep looking for you for the rest of my life
I'm a dream catcher
I'm a dawn taster
All I have is my will and this flying pen
Life goes around singing clouds
looking for the sky to rhyme
leaving a blank paper
scars printed by time
 
I'm out looking for you, chimera
paper butterfly
I'll keep looking for you for the rest of my life
I'm a dream catcher
I'm a dawn taster
All I have is my will and this flying pen
Life goes around singing clouds
looking for the sky to rhyme
leaving a blank paper
scars printed by time
 
All I have is my will and this flying pen
All I have is my will and this flying pen
All I have is my will and this flying pen
 

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The Widow's Boyfriend

The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
 
The widow's boyfriend
Passed by
The widow's boyfriend
Passed by
 
Apprehensive, thoughtful, suspicious
Looking everywhere
Because he knew
That around town
People began betting that
He can't get the job done1
 
Because he knew
That around town
People began betting that
He can't get the job done1
 
What kind of widow is this?
Everyone wants her, but they're afraid
They're afraid of owning her
They say that she has such
A physical and financial endowment
I want to see it!
 
What kind of widow is this?
Everyone wants her, but they're afraid
They're afraid of owning her
They say that she has such
A physical and financial endowment
I want to see it!
 
The widow's boyfriend
Passed by
 
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
 

• Very possibly, satisfy the said woman in a sexual way

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Hidden

What is this cold war between us
That we love each other but without telling each other
I arrived, you go
And even if you hide, I will not stop looking
 
What they told me on the street
That love scares
That will be difficult but you like it
And again you go
I know you love me and I will not stop looking for you
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Oh, hidden
Oh, hidden
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Good luck, my luck changed
So lucky that I could meet you
Give me your kisses please do not be like that
Báilame cerca cerca I really want you here
 
See you, just see you
So in love that I would like to promise you
Whatever happens, I will not let you go
Stay a second and again I want to ask you
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Oh, hidden
Oh, hidden
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
What is this cold war between us
That we love each other but without telling each other
I arrived, you go
And even if you hide, I will not stop looking
 
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
 
Oh, hidden
Oh, hidden
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 

Challenge

Once again
You were in my dreams
And it felt so real
That I was left speechless
 
Such a challenge
Your skin of satin
Your river-like lips
Make me lose myself
 
Let your heart fly
Come shelter yourself in my heart
Only love can transform
Currents into wings
Into smiles, tears
 
Today I want to fly
Fly over mountain ranges, bushes and tides
Feel your mouth on me
And the whole Earth, in the end
 
Dawn, dawn
Dawn, dawn
Dawn
 
This way, you'll leave me breathless
This way, you'll steal my sleep
This way, you'll break into my dreams
 
This way, you make me fly
This way, you make me feel embarrassed
This way, you make me want you and want and want
And want
 
To want you, belong
To want you, belong
 
Let your heart fly
Come shelter yourself in my heart
Only love can transform
Currents into wings
Into smiles, tears
 
Today I want to fly
Fly over mountain ranges, bushes and tides
Feel your mouth on me
And the whole Earth, in the end
 
Dawn, dawn
Dawn, dawn
Dawn
 
This way, you'll leave me breathless
This way, you'll steal my sleep
This way, you'll break into my dreams
 
This way, you make me fly
This way, you make me feel embarrassed
This way, you make me want you and want and want
And want
 
To want you, belong
Belong...
To want you, belong
 
Once again
You were in my dreams...
 
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Sign of Passion

I wanted the pleasure of love
And I am hoping for that
I'll only settle down when I conquer you
Put all cards on the table to decide
Maybe fighting I'll do it
 
Without being able to, I threw sea shells without favours
Without being able to, I did spells to win your love
Without being able to, I bathed with herbs to be better
In all my body, without being able to
 
Without being able to, I threw sea shells without favours
Without being able to, I did spells to win your love
Without being able to, I bathed with herbs to be better
In all my body, without being able to
 
Without bribing your heart, with the sign of passion
I'd do anything to win your trust
With the hope of a learner
I swear I'll make you happy