Bajo El Flamboyán

Tell me, do you think this looks like a desperate love?
The winter I carry inside from dreaming so much
I’ll be a slave to your body again, the runaway of your mountain
Time and time again tangled up from adoring so hard
And I keep falling into that abyss if you feel the same

Let’s meet under the shade of the Flamboyant tree

And I know you must have more than one reason for my love
Like a rose that blooms with a thorn in the middle of the bush

Why don’t you come and break my solitude?

If you ever feel like listening to this desperate song
I confess and stumble behind you
To see each other again, planting memories on the way to Puerto Plata
At the edge of the evening, sinking back down

And I carry a little tear hanging from your name
What happened to us if I remember you in the mamey of the Flamboyant tree?

I’m still lost, I can’t shake off the branch of the flower
I’ll be waiting for you under the Flamboyant tree