I want to put the world on "pause"
and give "play" to your song,
my guitar on your body
and our love under heaven.
Spend the night with bachatas,
the moon, and a drink of rum
to soothe the emotion,
to quiet this pain.
Let's pass the time dancing,
that with each step
we come back to the troubles that always remain.
You see that there are only moments in life
that come and go, that will never return.
Everyone is made up of a thousand emotions,
that sometimes we keep looking for reasons
But what's the use
if we always end up at the same place,
at the same place?
So hold me tight,
believe that there is no tomorrow,
like that night we made love
in Casablanca. (X2)