Razones
Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
Reasons
We met one afternoon
Under the spring sun
You walking among my steps
Me dressing in your footprints
And we loved each other face to face
And we kissed on the street
And so much love was melting
That now I can't forget you
A thousand reasons to love you
You are my first reason
A thousand poems in the street and I
I roll wherever
And so your love was born in me
Like a wandering river of water
Your voice docks at an old port
I sow anchors in your waist
We already loved each other face to face
We already kissed on the street
Now I wonder if at this point
Life, can you forget me
A thousand reasons to love you
You are my first reason
A thousand poems in the street and I
I roll wherever
Hey!
And fill the afternoons with affection
(I have a thousand reasons)
So that you dock at my port and anchor with me
(I have a thousand reasons)
Hey! Our love is melting away, I don't forget you anymore
(I have a thousand reasons)
And kissing in the early morning
(I have a thousand reasons)
To love you with poppy and wheat
Ey, ey, oh lo-lo-lo, le-le-lei
To love you with your coat skin
(I have a thousand reasons)
You walking among my steps, I don't forget you anymore
(I have a thousand reasons)
And me rolling on your body like dew
(I have a thousand reasons)
The naked dawn is enough for me
(I have a thousand reasons)
To love you with poppy and wheat
Ey, ey, oh lo-lo-lo, le-le-lei
And fill it with your whole space
(I have a thousand reasons)
When you give me face to face, there is plenty of affection
(I have a thousand reasons)
And a kiss shuts my mouth
(I have a thousand reasons)
We met one afternoon, a night I long for
(I have a thousand reasons)
I have a little house of cayenne and colors to be with you
Oh
So your love was born in me
Like a wandering river of water
Your voice docks at an old port
I sow anchors in your waist
We already loved each other face to face
We already kissed on the street
Now I wonder if at this point
Life, can you forget me
A thousand reasons to love you
You are my first reason
A thousand poems in the street and I
I roll wherever
