People say
that your mother speaks ill of me,
she says that I'm not
good and distinguished,
and that I won't make you happy.
Tell your mom
that mine says the same about you.
And we both, in love,
just as troublemaker,
we make a great couple.
There's so many people
that say that you lie to me.
But that's the same people that envy
my good luck, so I tell them,
with a stare, without words,
something that will
freeze their blood.
I'll tell them, we'll tell them
to leave us alone.
I'll tell them, we'll tell them
to let us dream.
I'll tell them, we'll tell them
that they can keep
everything they think
about this perfect couple.
A friend often says
that without a car, we can't "love".
Nobody told him anything about
some corners, in shadows,
nor about our wet and sweet reality.
There's so many people
that say that you lie to me.
But that's the same people that envy
my good luck, so I tell them,
with a stare, without words,
something that will
freeze their blood.
I'll tell them, we'll tell them
to leave us alone.
I'll tell them, we'll tell them
to let us dream.
I'll tell them, we'll tell them
that they can keep
everything they think
about this perfect couple.