París

I want to wake up
One December morning in Paris
Turn around and have you tell me yes
That there's nothing more

And now I keep walking forward

To wake up
One November morning in my Madrid
Let a year go by and see if we're still here
If we still want more
There are a thousand things ahead of us today

And we always want roses
And Venice, Verona, and Paris
And life is something else
The truth, the lie, and a yes
And we have butterflies
And silkless worms and finally
There are poisonous snakes
And a disguise that breaks when living

I want to wake up
Without your hugs, without your belly, without Paris
What we built always dies
I prefer solitude
That has been with me forever, close and until today

I want to wake up
Without your charms, without your desire to laugh
Without your virtues that I turned into flaws
Damn reality
The beautiful things only last a while and then go away

And we always want roses
And Venice, Verona, and Paris
And life is something else
The truth, the lie, and a yes
And we have butterflies
And silkless worms and finally
There are poisonous snakes
And a disguise that breaks when living

And we always want roses
And Venice, Verona, and Paris
And life is something else
The truth, the lie, and a yes