Dona eis requiem Qui tollis peccata mundi Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu Sempiternam Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei Requiem sempiternam

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

That's more like it Yeah, that's more like it That's more like it, yeah Make my dinner, bring it to me That's more like it, that's more like it I see where and when it happened When I wanted you, you did not reciprocate When I needed you, you would

It's the first time, that I worried Of a bad dream, of a journey On a highway through the valley It's a long road through the night I can dance to anything you wanna sing It's a long road To get it right Stop banging away on my kaleidoscope Stop draining

Olha que coisa mais linda Mais cheia de graça É ela menina Que vem e que passa No doce balanço, a caminho do mar Moça do corpo dourado Do sol de Ipanema O seu balançado é mais que um poema É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar

Keep me satisfied I need somebody, body Their hands on my body, body You could be that somebody, body My imagination's wandering and running wild Can you hear that? My heart is racing, you keep up the pace Then I might let you stay the night Hear me

Arrópame con tu corazón Why cubre mis sueños con tu calor Dime lo que tengo que hacer Tengo ganas de querer Why sentir que sólo somos tú why yo Why sentir que solo somos tú why yo Ya no quiero verme así Cada vez que pienso en ti Se confundiesen en una

Like a gust of wind But I didn't know You push me back every once in a while You remind me there's someone up there Who ushers in The air I need to power my sail When I open the window I wanna hug you 'Cause you remind me of the air

If I can't be with you! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, No mansion in Miami And I can't ever get enough! All of this stuff sucks, yeah all of this sucks I don't wanna be famous,

Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? When the world was at war before We just kept dancing And we'll do it again Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose Cut a rug, lean into the fucking youth Choreo, we just want the fucking truth