Que Somos Amantes
Eva Ayllón
What We Are Lovers
The usual place
The same dim light
The same bohemians
The same florist
Selling her roses
And white carnations
At midnight
How many years together
Running away from everything
From the moralists
From the puritans
Those who don't forgive
Those who don't understand
That we are lovers
That we are lovers
Those who in secret
In a caress
Give their lives
That we are lovers
With no other destiny
Than the uncertain tomorrow
Of our path
That we are lovers
That we give everything
In the light of dawn
In a see you soon
That we are lovers
And that in flesh and soul
We only ask for
A weekend
The usual place
The same dim light
The same bohemians
The same florist
Selling her roses
And white carnations
At midnight
How many years together
Running away from everything
From the moralists
From the puritans
Those who don't forgive
Those who don't understand
That we are lovers
That we are lovers
Those who in secret
In a caress
Give their lives
That we are lovers
With no other destiny
Than the uncertain tomorrow
Of our path
That we are lovers
That we give everything
In the light of dawn
In a see you soon
That we are lovers
And that in flesh and soul
We only ask for
A weekend
