Yo creí que el amor era un mito Un tesoro perdido en el mar Llegaste a mí Yo pensé que el amor no existía Que de mi ya se había olvidado No iba sanar Que las cosas que hoy siento

En cualquier momento Yo valoro a la mujer por nacer de una mujer Y aún te amo en mi peor momento Nadie puede comprender mi religión por tu querer Eres mi Diosa y yo hasta por ti muero En cualquier momento, momento, momento Soy capaz de lo incapaz Por ti

A Dios le pido Y que si me muero sea de amor Y si me enamoro sea de vos Y que de tu voz sea este corazón Todos los días a Dios le pido Un segundo más de vida para darte Que mi alma no descanse cuando De amarte se trate mi cielo Que mis ojos se despierten

In my mind, in my head That is where We are from This is where we all came from The dreams we have, the love we share This is what we're waiting for And in my mind, in my head

Oh my god, that's my baby Caroline, you divine Mighty fine Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true) Holy shit, I'm really lit It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear About ya horoscope or what the future

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

Yo prefiero seguir tus pasos Prefiero seguir tus pasos Suena el mar Tengo mal de alturas Y aquí vuelan pájaros de oro Si me mareé es por devoción Y es igual a un láser La pasión actúa por reflejo De una a dos, de dos a tres

Tá fazendo um ano e meio, amor, Que o nosso lar desmoronou Meu sabiá, meu violão, E uma cruel desilusão, Foi tudo que ficou Pra machucar meu coração Quem sabe, não foi bem melhor assim, Melhor pra você e melhor pra mim

I don't like this livin', I love it Sweet magnolia blue sky up above it I don't call Corolina just a place I visit I call Carolina home I don't like drinking beer, I love it On the back porch swinging with my honey So you better get to lovin' this living

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door? Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin,