Isla de Palma

Both thinking the same,
both talking but without speaking,
both looking into each other's eyes,
and you trying to hide.

And here a guitar plays
on Palm Island
where hands run along a fretboard
to say without words:
uh, I love you, I love you
uh, I love you, I love you.

Two stars have fallen from the sky
and landed on your face,
they have turned into two eyes, so green,
that blend into the depths of the sea.

And here a guitar plays
on Palm Island
where hands run along a fretboard
to say without words:
uh, I love you, I love you
uh, I love you, I love you.