roma
Qué será de los poetas
Que no tienen de quién tomar
Inspiración
Y qué será de los cometas
Que no tienen con quien llegar
No tienen hogar
Y qué será de los ojos
Que no tienen a quien mirar
Son labios que no besan
¿Qué será?
¿Qué será?
¿Qué será?
No lo sé
Te tengo a ti
Y la verdad, no tengo idea de cómo aguanté
Tantos años sin conocerte
Fueron días, mil semanas
Tantos años, ¿dónde estabas?
Ya perdí la cuenta, pero
Por favor, nunca te vayas
Ay, mi amor, por fin te encontré
Por fin volé
Y me llevaste a la Luna a platicar
Y me llevaste al mar a navegar
Y me llevaste a Roma a bailar
Y a cantar y a empezar
Me llevaste a Roma a bailar y a empezar
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Rome
What will become of the poets
Who have no one to draw from
Inspiration
And what will become of the comets
That have no one to reach
They have no home
And what will become of the eyes
That have no one to look at
They are lips that do not kiss
What will it be?
What will it be?
What will it be?
I don't know
I have you
And the truth is, I have no idea how I endured
So many years without knowing you
They were days, a thousand weeks
So many years, where were you?
I lost count, but
Please, never leave
Oh, my love, I finally found you
I finally flew
And you took me to the Moon to talk
And you took me to the sea to sail
And you took me to Rome to dance
And to sing and to start
You took me to Rome to dance and to start
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah