Ay, Amor

Oh, love, love
How strange the patience that screams at you
Oh, love, love
How strange the continent that limits

He crossed
Without anyone showing him a single map
He crossed
Without anyone throwing a word at him

Oh, love, love
How strange is that science
That irritates you, oh-oh-oh
Oh, love, love
Nobody knows you
Nobody explains their reason

Why they don't let you use the keys
Of the living room piano
They only want puppets
Served on a platter

And don't
Don't ask for love
Love
Don't ask for love, love, love
Because no

Oh, love, love
How strange the innocence
That they criticize, oh-oh-oh
Oh, love, love
Some are hungry
Others in a hurry
And so he ran

Without looking away
Without stopping
Without asking for forgiveness
Because they know that tomorrow or in a week
It won't be

There's no love, love
There's no love, love
There's no love, love
No

There's no love, love
There's no love, love
There's no love, love
No
There is love