Amor Frutero

I speak a little Portuguese
I want to tell you these words in French
I just want to be able to talk to you
Para papara parara

Your love is lemon, Chile and salt so fresh
You are my morning juice, my illusion
My dembow, my tangerine, my love
Your love is mango, every drop I suck
They say loves that kill never die
That with you I will float up to the clouds

Let's go to the beach
Come to the beach, with me to the beach
Let's go to the beach
I swim with you, I swim, I swim

Get lost with me in a forest of palm trees
Hold me and kiss me with your papaya flavor
Peach skin always hugs and accompanies me
With you, sometimes tamarind; sometimes, sweet pear

Your love is pineapple, dripping sun on my face
You protect yourself with thorns, lived experiences
Hiding your wounds and your life-giving juice
Your love is blackberry, a purple passion
Let's go to San Juan to have smoothies
With honey and chachachá, strawberry kisses

Let's go to the beach
Come to the beach, with me to the beach
Let's go to the beach
I swim with you, I swim, I swim

Get lost with me in a forest of palm trees
Hold me and kiss me with your papaya flavor
Peach skin always hugs and accompanies me
With you, sometimes tamarind; sometimes, sweet pear

This is a beach love
This is a palm love
This is a sincere love
This is a love
Fruit love