Azahara

Your silhouette is leading me
To be guilty of this smuggling
That I have no choice but to take you

To that place where you were waiting for me
The one that still says he misses you
I have no choice but to take you
How I love your scent of azahara
I love how it smells like flowers
And even your gypsy walk makes me fall in love
How I love to see you in spring
Kissing your cinnamon-flavored lips

You shine with your beauty
They call me heat
That melts the ice
They call you the flame
Oh, how my fire ignited
And took the silhouette where her body remained
Wrapped in a mask that I no longer remember
The inevitable has been lost
What was once there has gone
Those who painted hearts
And our photo on the fridge
The inevitable has been lost
What was once there has gone
Those who painted hearts
And our photo on the fridge
How I love your scent of azahara
I love how it smells like flowers

And even your gypsy walk makes me fall in love
How I love to see you in spring
Kissing your cinnamon-flavored lips
You shine with your beauty
Azahara
Don't hold grudges
Because it's not good for you
Don't look for hearts
Azahara
Don't give reasons
To those who don't deserve them
Don't give explanations
Your silhouette is leading me
To be guilty of this smuggling
That I have no choice but to take you
To that place where you were waiting for me
The one that still says he misses you
I have no choice but to take you
And I'm not to blame for loving you
You're not in a position to demand from me
If you were the one who stood by
Me in this heart that is shipwrecking
And I'm not to blame for loving you
You're not in a position to demand from me
If you were the one who stood by
Me in this heart that is shipwrecking
How I love your scent, Azahara
How I love how it smells like flowers
That your gypsy walk makes me want to fall in love
How I love to see you in spring
Kissing your cinnamon-flavored lips

That you illuminate me with so much beauty through the alleys
How I love your scent, Azahara
How I love how it smells like flowers
That your gypsy walk makes me want to fall in love
How I love to see you in spring
Kissing your cinnamon-flavored lips
How I love your scent, Azahara
How I love how it smells like flowers
That your gypsy walk makes me want to fall in love
How I love to see you in spring
Kissing your cinnamon-flavored lips
That illuminate me with so much beauty through the alleys