Tú quieres volver y no te veo más Tú quieres volver y no me encuentro más Lo mismo será Tú quieres volver y no te siento na' Yo pienso aquel día Lo mismo que ayer Tú me pierdes la razón No digas nada

Let's face the music and dance Let's face the music and dance Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then There may be teardrops to shed There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance Before

When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze And touches with her hand the summer trees, Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down, A winding country lane all russet brown, A

There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out (Come onto mama, come on, mama) Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya Oh, come tomorrow Who are you gonna follow? The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in Why do we gotta tell each other

Back to the house at Pooh corner by one Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky (chase the clouds from above) You'd be surprised there's so much to be done Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh Christopher Robin and I

How high the moon Somewhere there's music Somewhere there's heaven How faint the tune The darkest night would shine If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart There is no moon above When love is far away too

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Resistirme imposible sera De la manera que tu lo haces ninguna lo hará Recostandose en la pared Sigue provocandome Bien suelta Los lideres Los dos envueltos hay que llegar

If there's a future, we want it, now There's a time and a place to die Don't try to take this from me Don't try to take this from me, now Lost the battle, win the war There's a time and a place to die but this ain't it Feels like I'm waking from the dead

Que estás loca de hacerlo conmigo Baby, yo sé que tú me quieres Mejor dime que me extrañas Pide que te la eche adentro el ombligo Si ya tú sabes quién soy yo El hombre que te rompió En toa las poses te dió Ahora no digas que no Mejor dime que me extrañas

Materialista, interesada Lo tuyo es rumba, dinero y fama Si no es con visa, negra o dorada Entonces dudas, para enamorarte Pero me ha llegado un mensaje de texto Que dice me hace falta y extraño lo nuestro Y yo cuando leo me digo ¿Que es esto? No olvides