La Isla
El Roockie
The Island
This love takes the form of an island
Very small and so distant
Ohh
That in the sea of habit
Day and night threatens to drown it
And this forest fire doesn't want to leave survivors
Which is the fear of losing you and being left without you
Being left without you
Time imposes itself as a cruel competitor
Its strong legs are clock hands without a watch
That don't stop, they want to displace me
But for your kisses, I will try again
I will try again
This love takes the form of an island
Very small and so distant
It will be, it will be
Will it end, that your faith in me doesn't continue
Will it be, will it be that you find so many useless things in my form
Will it be, will it be
Will it end, that your love no longer continues
Will it be, will it be
Will it be that you find so many things in my form
It's our love
It's our love
It's our love
