Oye Donde Esta El Amor (part Franco de Vita)

(I'm still here asking God)
May I not lack the word or the pain
(Give me courage)
To be able to tell you what I think
(And that I can control my emotions)
And a crack so you can look
A heart that has no rest
(We must talk)
And a sea that aims to grow bigger and bigger
And a sky that clouds and fills with resentment
And everything is defined depending on a color
(I don't know what's going on and every day I wonder..)

And where is the love? (Hey, Put in your part)
That I.. forgot.. (Ask yourself what's going on)
And where is the love?
That I.. forgot.. (Actually I don't know what's happening and..)

I sense that things are not going well
In Puerto Rico in six months a hundred were killed
No one knows who is who
No one says amen anymore
We must let ourselves be carried away by the one born in Bethlehem
Is everything okay?
That was before
If you stumble, there's no one to lift you up
In the world, frightening things are happening
Time is running out, think again ignorant

And where is the love? (Love.. love..)
That I.. forgot.. (Eeeh..)
And where is the love? (Love.. love..)
That I.. forgot.. (Ohh..)

(Tell them Franco)
May I not lack the memory to tell
What I've seen and what we are seeing now..
Nor throat if I have to shout
And that freedom doesn't come in dreams
Oh, may I not lack air when I have to return
May they not uproot me, you only born once (My God, help me)
And see if I'm lucky and there's something left to believe in (I want everyone to wonder.. what's going on)

Where is the love? (Love.. love..)
That I.. forgot.. (Eeeh..)
And where is the love? (Love.. love..)
That I.. forgot..

The story will only change
Because of politics
Of conquest, of theories or wars
The story will change when..
We can use the power of love
Without looking at races, color, social level
Always keeping in mind that..
That on this Earth we are all equal..
W, Yandel
Mr. Franco de Vita
The purpose of this call is for.. Love to be reborn

And where is the love? (Love.. love..)
That I.. forgot.. (Eeeh..)
And where is the love? (Love.. love..)
That I.. forgot..

It's simple
W with Yandel
Franco de Vita
Victor El Nazi
Nesty
Professor Gomez
Exceeding musical limits
Day by day showing that..
There are no limits in music for us.