Que Te Parece

(Ah-ah-ah, ah)

It's 2 in the morning, and I'm still writing to you
My mind misses you, and I remember you
When you called me, every Sunday
And knowing that I loved you, you played with me, hey

It wasn't that difficult to explain things
Saying you wanted gold, when you were looking for roses
I don't care if I cry, everything is already against me
I'll delete the account for you, and we'll start another one

And tell me
What do you think about packing our bags?
And to live, do we look for another planet?
Finally arriving at the disco
And thus, put together a complete movie
Where I am your prince and you are my Cinderella
Where I wake up next to you after a nap
Where being happy has no prescription
And each scar has its own story

There's no mystery to love
And it even comes easily to me if I take it seriously
Thanks to those who remain and to those who have passed away
And cheers to those who met me on the 15th

I've changed so much, I don't even recognize myself anymore
Sometimes I even think I've gone crazy
At night, in my dreams, I play in concerts
But it passes, because I sleep very little

I wish those dreams could last longer
Sometimes I feel good about receiving compliments
From people who get involved with the things I do
My clouds are made of letters and my lakes of voices

Sometimes I wonder: Why isn't our love working out?
If we give it our all, we'll end up with nothing (with nothing)
I think about you every day in my bed (my bed)
And I consult you lying on my pillow

Sometimes I think about you and you don't talk to me (you don't talk to me)
Because every time you talk to me, you let me down (you let me down)
There's something in me that I'm missing
Having your love all day long means I lack nothing

And tell me
What do you think about packing our bags?
And to live, do we look for another planet?
Finally arriving at the disco
And thus, put together a complete movie
Where I am your prince and you are my Cinderella
Where I wake up next to you after a nap
Where being happy has no prescription
And each scar has its own story

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)