Verano Con Lima

I know I may never find the lime
That on a full moon night in August
Makes our island shine

I know I'm not a magazine cover
And that with the passing years
I'll fill your smile

But in front of people you pretend
That I'm the one who heals your deep wound
You may face a thousand doubts

But your scores and your beautiful songs
Fill rainbows with colors
They don't understand anger or grudges
They shout to the four winds every letter of my name

How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you
To play like we're children
Holding hands, walking without a path

I know on Fridays from the stage
They sing to you, frogs dance for you
And by Sunday's end, they forget you

A summer song plays with lime
A bitter Saturday and rum that hurts
September arrives on our island

But in front of people you pretend
That I'm the one who heals your deep wound
You may face a thousand doubts

But your scores and your beautiful songs
Fill rainbows with colors
They don't understand anger or grudges
They shout to the four winds every letter of my name

How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you
To play like we're children
Holding hands, walking without a path

And it's true, it's your songs in LA

That your songs fill rainbows with colors
They don't understand anger or grudges
They shout to the four winds every letter of my name

How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you
To play like we're children
Holding hands, walking without a path

They are your songs, they are your songs, they are your songs