Saliendo de Tu Prisión

GETTING OUT OF YOUR PRISON
A Japanese guy chased me down
from another car between Havana and Varadero,
took so many pictures of me
and the sun was coming up.
And I was just thinking out loud,
in the little bed and the dogs,
about your lemon scent,
your movies, your room.
Today I'm out and I can't complain,
so many trips, so many cities,
baby, don’t take it the wrong way, it’s just that Ale called,
I'm running a bit late.
Mozart doesn’t do me any good (no, no, my love),
it makes me feel like a bum,
it's a good time
for me to keep moving on.
And my heart stays blind,
it keeps traveling on,
through the destinations of love
my heart travels on…
Playboy isn’t my thing, Venus is a spot,
in the end, no one does anything to you,
let’s share a kiss, it’s the best feeling
and now I’m waiting for you at home.
Mozart doesn’t do me any good (no, no, my love),
it makes me feel like a bum,
it's a good time
for me to grab a drink.
Something invisible demanded
that I don’t throw words to the wind,
the Colombian girl looked at me
and in Bogotá, the sun was coming up…
(and in Medellín too),
the sun was coming up,
the sun was coming up, the sun was coming up,
the sun was coming up, the sun was coming up,
you were getting out of your prison…
Come with me, my love, to the sun...