En Acapulco
RAPHAEL
In Acapulco
Everything speaks to me of love,
The air, the rock, and the flower,
In Acapulco.
Everything speaks to me of love,
The sea, the stars, and the sun,
In Acapulco.
My mouth fills with you,
I feel an endless delirium,
In Acapulco.
Something drags me,
Something burns me,
Something that exists,
In Acapulco.
It could be the light from the sky,
Or the color of old gold,
Of the boys and the girls
Under the sun.
It could be,
That the stars are closer,
To the earth
And that's why,
Everything changes color.
Everything speaks to me of love,
The wet earth and its smell,
In Acapulco.
Everything speaks to me of love,
The sea, the stars, and the sun,
In Acapulco.
My thirsty hands are,
My lips want to kiss you,
In Acapulco.
Something drags me,
Something burns me,
Something that exists,
In Acapulco.
In Acapulco.
In Acapulco.
My thirsty hands are,
My lips want to kiss you,
In Acapulco.
Something drags me,
Something burns me,
Something that exists,
In Acapulco.
In Acapulco.
In Acapulco.
