Amar É
Kamau
To Love Is
Moments go by and the story remains
No one explains where it comes from, where it goes
The feeling that attracts, doesn't leave the mind
The involvement wants more, doesn't fall into oblivion
And I easily fall into these traps
What can I do if I get weak when the eyes shine?
And it doesn't lie, no matter how much the mind denies
Deceiving what the heart feels, who can do it?
Why avoid if it's true?
Why try to deal with it if it's fleeting?
How to find one that will last
That is the most perfect, eternal and final?
Mine was confused, deceived, divided, betrayed
Misunderstood and sometimes reciprocated
But if Cupid decides to hit the mark
We are left not knowing how to behave
So who am I to speak?
I don't know (what it is, and what it is)
To say (what it is, and what it is), maybe
If I have truly loved, I will never know
I don't know (what it is, and what it is)
To say (what it is, and what it is), maybe
If someone truly loved me, I will never know
To love is to strive without expecting reward
It's to try your best and then think if it's worth it
Loving is much more difficult than one thinks
Being speechless, simply by presence
(From whom?)
Makes you smile, makes you cry, without knowing
Makes you a hostage without imprisoning
Makes us learn
To try to understand, forgive, comprehend
Let go, renew, surprise
(To love is)
To find poetry in a glance
In a moment, not to waste the chance
To be happy wherever I am
But to bring me peace (always)
I will remember every time I thought it was
What caused pain
Every good I know it brought
Inspiration, hope, experience
(Love) has no period, only ellipsis (or not)
I don't know (what it is, and what it is)
To say (what it is, and what it is), maybe
If I have truly loved, I will never know
I don't know (what it is, and what it is)
To say (what it is, and what it is), maybe
If someone truly loved me, I will never know
Can someone tell me what it is? What it is
Can someone tell me how it is?
Who can explain to me what it is? What it is
Who can teach me how it is?
I don't know (what it is, and what it is)
To say (what it is, and what it is), maybe
If I have truly loved, I will never know
I don't know (what it is, and what it is)
To say (what it is, and what it is), maybe
If someone truly loved me, I will never know
Sometimes I am more heart than reason
But even when reason commands
It's the heart that sets the rhythm
