La Amaré (part. Romeo Santos)

Hey
Listen to the words

I'm not afraid to shout out what I feel
What has been written about a coward without valor?
In my heart, I am filled with all the space to adore her
My love for her is bigger than me

When God thought to create defectives
He changed His mind and made perfection
When He chose who would be her companion
Very surely, with me she would not go wrong

I will love her (I will love her)
Like the flowers love the Sun
Like the pastor who gives his life to the Lord
I am the thirst of a dehydrated desert
She is the vessel of water that does me good

I will love her (I will love her)
Like the Moon loves the night
Like New Year's loves midnight
Just like the feeling in my bachatas
Mm, she is ideal in that way

I will love her (I will love her)
Like a fish in the sea is attracted to the ocean
Like oxygen is necessary for a human
She is the star that illuminates me
Radiant, my lady is from another world

Cry, darkness, cry

When God thought to create defectives
He changed His mind and made perfection
And He chose me as her companion
Very surely, with me she would not go wrong

I will love her (I will love her)
Like the flowers love the Sun
Like the pastor who gives his life to the Lord
I am thirst, in a dehydrated desert
She is the vessel of water that does me good

I will love her (I will love her)
Like the Moon loves the night
Like New Year's loves midnight
Just like the feeling in my bachatas
Mm, she is ideal in that way

I will love her (I will love her)
Like a fish of the sea is attached to the ocean
Like oxygen is necessary for a human
She is the star that illuminates me
Radiant, my lady is from another world

Feeling
No, no
Damn feeling

I would donate whatever she asks me for
My twelve pairs of ribs
A lung, my two kidneys
But not my brain
No

To continue thinking of her (of her)
I could die, she revives me with her kisses (of her)
I risk fatality for her love, like Romeo (of her)
If loving her so is a crime, I am going to prison (of her)

But leave the key so that my mami has access (of her)
It would all be a fiasco without her passion (of her)
Like Dolce without Gabbana, like the waves without the beach, many strings without guitars
Without her, I am like Anthony Santos without bachatas

Ah, ChiChi
Listen, what a feeling, mommy