Que Te Parece

It's 2 in the morning
And I still write to you
My mind misses you
And I remember with you
When you used to call me
Every Sunday
Knowing that I loved you
You played with me

It wasn't so difficult, to explain things
To say you wanted gold, when you were looking for roses
I don't care if I cry, I already have everything against me
For you, I erase the account, and we start over

And tell me

What do you think if we pack our bags
And look for another planet to live
And finally get to the disco
And thus, make a complete movie

Where I am your prince and you my Cinderella
Where I wake up next to you after a nap
Where being happy doesn't have a recipe
And each scar has its own story

This love thing has no mystery
And it even becomes easy if I take it seriously
Thanks to those who stay and those who left
And cheers to those who met me on the 15th

I've changed so much, that I don't even recognize myself
Sometimes I even think I've gone crazy
At night I play concerts in my dreams
But it passes, as I sleep very little

I wish those dreams would last longer
Sometimes I feel good, receiving compliments
From people who get excited about what I do
My clouds are made of lyrics and my lakes of voices

Sometimes I wonder: Why isn't our love working?
If we give everything, we end up with nothing
I think of you every day in my bed
And I consult you lying on my pillow

Sometimes I think of you and you don't talk to me
Because every time you talk to me, you let me down

There's something missing in me
To have your love all day and I won't miss anything
What do you think if we pack our bags
And to live we look for another planet
Finally, get to the disco
And thus, make a complete movie

Where I am your prince and you my Cinderella
Where I wake up next to you after a nap
Where being happy doesn't have a recipe
And each scar has its own story