A Media Luz
Julio Iglesias
In Half Light
Currents three - four - eight
Second floor, elevator
There are no doormen, no neighbors,
Inside a cocktail of love
A little apartment with maple,
Piano, mat and bedside table,
A telephone that answers,
A gramophone that cries
Old tangos of my flower
And a porcelain cat
So it doesn't meow to love.
And everything in half light,
In half light the two
In half light the kisses
In half light the two.
And everything in half light,
How bewitching love is
In half light the kisses
In half light the two.
Currents three - four - eight
Second floor, elevator
There are no doormen, no neighbors,
Inside a cocktail of love
A little apartment with maple,
Piano, mat and bedside table,
A telephone that answers,
A gramophone that cries
Old tangos of my flower
And a porcelain cat
So it doesn't meow to love.
And everything in half light,
In half light the two
In half light the kisses
In half light the two.
And everything in half light,
How bewitching love is
In half light the kisses
In half light the two.
