Por favor
dame una cosa, por favor
dame otra cosa, por...
Good bye, my love
I have been told
the winters are cold
It rains now and then
the streets are in Paris
Most people don't care
Mr. Faithful
If it's fun it's okay
So that's why it's this way
I wish for a wishing well
This smoke is the air
I breathe in times of despair
I'll think about you when
My dangerous heart is ready to fall apart
My composition is weak
And this dedication is all out of tune
If this proposition repeats
Any symptoms of wanting it too soon
I'll just walk through, down Alida street
And skip down to the cemetary
skipped down to the cemetary
Where we marked our paths
Goodbye my love
I have been told
the winters are cold
It rains now and then
the streets are in Paris
Most people don't care