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If it is Rome love

Four years as you see if they give up
For something more than a Vermouth and you will know
If we raise the curtain
If it is Rome love
Today your words dance in our hall
 
And to your hand I want to ask
To this journey without an expiry date
If you have baggage and you need a plan
Four years as you see if they give up
To set on fire and just so to throw you off
To mess with your insecurities, your drawer of disaster
 
And where were you all this time
Me, who was walking lost on the edge of the sea
I didn't find a way out of the last bar
Where were you all this time
Me, treating a wound that was going to close by itself
Your body telling me to come to dance
Where were you all this time
Recently out of a story will be real
 
Four years as you see if they give up
To fall in love with you a little more
If we go past the script
If it is Rome love (aye if it is Rome love)
Today your words dance in our room
And if you come closer just a little
I will go to the counter to prepare you another mojito
Of strawberry, in Puerto Rico
Another little bit
 
And where were you all this time
Me, who was walking lost on the edge of the sea,
I didn't find a way out of the last bar
Where were you all this time
Me, treating a wound that was going to close by itself,
Your body asking me to come ask you to dance
 
I ask you to dance
Come, I give you tropical love for a little bit
I ask you to dance
I ask you to dance
To heal your wound with sea water
 
And where were you all this time
Me, who was walking lost on the edge of the sea
And you out of a tale
Where were you all this time
Me, who was walking lost on the edge of the sea
 
I didn't find a way out of the last bar
Where were you all this time
Me, treating a wound that was going to close by itself
Your body telling me to come to dance
Where were you all this time
Lost in the moment
Recently out of a story
It will become real
 

Summer lima

I know I may never find the rhyme
That on the full moon of August laid,
Shine our island
 
I know I'm not a magazine cover
And that with the years that pass fast
I'll fill your smile
 
But before the people disimulas
That I am the one that your great wound heals,
You may face a thousand doubts
But your scores and your beautiful songs
They fill rainbow with colors,
They don't understand anger or rancour,
They shout at the Four Winds every letter of my name.
 
How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you,
It's playing a 'let's be kids'
They squeeze their hands by walking without a path.
 
I know on Fridays from the platform
They sing toads to you, they dance to divas
And when Sunday falls, they forget you..
 
Sounds like a summer song with lima,
Bitter Saturday and a rum that hurts,
September arrives on our island.
 
But before the people disimulas
That I am the one that your great wound heals,
You may face a thousand doubts
But your scores and your beautiful songs
They fill rainbow with colors,
They don't understand anger or rancour,
They shout at the Four Winds every letter of my name.
 
How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you,
It's playing a 'let's be kids'
They squeeze their hands by walking without a path.
 
That your songs fill my sorrows with water
And it's true, it's your songs in LA..
 
That your songs fill rainbow with colors,
They don't understand anger or rancour,
They shout at the Four Winds every letter of my name..
 
How nice it is to paint paradise with you
It's playing a let's be kids,
They squeeze their hands by walking without a path..
 
Are your songs, your songs, are your songs