Ay, Amor
Ay, amor, amor
Qué rara la paciencia que te grita
Ay, amor, amor
Qué raro el continente que limita
Cruzó
Sin que nadie le enseñara un solo mapa
Él cruzó
Sin que nadie le arrojara una palabra
Ay, amor, amor
Qué rara es esa ciencia
Que te irrita, oh-oh-oh
Ay, amor, amor
Nadie te conoce
Nadie explica su razón
Por la que no te deja usar las teclas
Del piano del salón
Solo quieren marionetas
En bandeja
Y que no
No pidan amor
Amor
No pidan amor, amor, amor
Porque no
Ay, amor, amor
Qué rara la inocencia
Que critican, oh-oh-oh
Ay, amor, amor
Unos tienen hambre
Otros prisa
Y así corrió
Sin apartar la mirada
Sin hacer escala
Sin pedir perdón
Porque saben que mañana o una semana
Ya no
No hay amor, amor
No hay amor, amor
No hay amor, amor
No
No hay amor, amor
No hay amor, amor
No hay amor, amor
No
Hay amor
Oh, Love
Oh, love, love
How strange the patience that screams at you
Oh, love, love
How strange the continent that limits
He crossed
Without anyone showing him a single map
He crossed
Without anyone throwing a word at him
Oh, love, love
How strange is that science
That irritates you, oh-oh-oh
Oh, love, love
Nobody knows you
Nobody explains their reason
Why they don't let you use the keys
Of the living room piano
They only want puppets
Served on a platter
And don't
Don't ask for love
Love
Don't ask for love, love, love
Because no
Oh, love, love
How strange the innocence
That they criticize, oh-oh-oh
Oh, love, love
Some are hungry
Others in a hurry
And so he ran
Without looking away
Without stopping
Without asking for forgiveness
Because they know that tomorrow or in a week
It won't be
There's no love, love
There's no love, love
There's no love, love
No
There's no love, love
There's no love, love
There's no love, love
No
There is love