À Francesa
Marina Lima
The French Way
My love if you were to leave
Who knows what will become of me
Strolling around the world
In the city that never ends
Sometimes missing, sometimes hitting the mark
An irresponsible poor me
If I ask you to stay or not
My love I swear to you
I don't want to let you down
And not alone in the dark
But the happy moments
Are not hidden
Neither in the past nor in the future
My love there will be no sadness
Nothing but one more late afternoon
But then all the lights on
Artificial paradises
And if you left without a word
I would travel much but
Much more
If I ask you to stay or not
My love I swear to you
I don't want to let you down
And not alone in the dark
But the happy moments
Are not hidden
Neither in the past nor in the future
(Strolling around the world
In the city that never ends)
