NI EN LOS CAFES PARISINOS
Yerai Cortés
NOT IN THE PARISIAN CAFES
Hey, the waters, salt, and bar
Not in the ports
Not in the Italian ports
Not in the Parisian cafes
Not in the Italian ports
Not in the Parisian cafes
You won't find a love
Better than this Alicante guy's
Not in the Parisian cafes
Not in the Italian ports
You’re gonna find a love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
Like this gypsy's
I toss what I don’t want
What I want, I get
And I can’t convince you
Telling you over and over
That I want to die with you
Two years I've worn
The mask of a stranger
Girl, take it off me now
So I can heal your heartbreak (kill this tide for me, mambo)
Even if it seems like I don’t care
Even if it seems like I don’t care
Even if it seems like I don’t care
Even if it seems like I don’t care
I’d die for your love, I’m dying
I’d die for your love, I’m dying
I’d die for your love, I’m dying
I’d die for your love
Not in the Italian ports
Not in the Parisian cafes
Not in the Italian ports
Not in the Parisian cafes
You won't find a love
Better than this Alicante guy's
Not in the Parisian cafes
Not in the Italian ports
You’re gonna find a love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
Like this gypsy's
Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look
It's done.
