It is in the stars,
in the signs,
in the shells,
I read it in an advertisement,
I saw it on the mirror,
It is written on the gospel,
guarantee the Orishas.
You'll be my love, you'll be my peace.
It is in the files,
in the leaflet,
in the tenets,
I wrote a thesis,
I read it in a treaty,
It's recorded in the official data.
You'll be my love, you'll be my peace.
But if science proves otherwise,
and if the calendar contradict us
But if destiny insists on pulling us apart.
Screw the stars,
the files,
the signs,
the tenets,
the shells,
the leaflets,
treaties,
gypsies,
projects,
prophets,
synopsis,
mirrors,
advice,
Screw the gospel and all the Orishas
You'll be my love, You, love, will be my peace.
It is in the agenda,
in the Karma,
in the flesh,
it was on the soap opera,
It is on the insurance,
they did a graffiti on the wall,
I had done a poster.
You'll be my love, you'll be my peace.
But if science proves otherwise,
and if the calendar contradict us
But if destiny insists in pulling us apart.
Screw the stars,
the files,
the signs,
the tenets,
the shells,
the leaflets,
treaties,
gypsies,
projects,
prophets,
synopsis,
mirrors,
advice,
Screw the gospel and all the Orishas
You'll be my love, You, love, will be my peace.
It is in the maps,
in the lips,
in the pencils,
It is in the UFOs,
in Pravda,
in the Vodca.