Álvaro,
Marielle, Juan Magán...
[Juan Magan:]
An early yesterday,
a past remembered,
perhaps a today lived before,
a déjà vu that already passed.
I don't wait, but I wish,
and without wanting, I found her,
remembering that moment
in which, in my dreams, I kissed her,
in my dreams I kissed her, yeeh.
[Álvaro Soler:]
When she looks at me and smiles at me more,
I can't take it anymore and I want to scream.
What I feel is supernatural,
I start to tremble
and I can't take it anymore
The adrenaline starts to show
and it gets closer,
I start to fly
among the clouds of its spring
supernatural,
look at her, mortal.
[Juan Magan:]
Just come, give me a sign
that turns on my senses
to dream of you again.
It would be a mortal sin
to get myself lost on the way
without falling in love again.
[Álvaro Soler:]
It's pure adrenaline when I feel your body, oh-oh-oh,
It's pure adrenaline when I feel your love.
The medicine that heals me and that has me wrapped, oh-oh-oh,
you gave it to me in my dreams with that passion.
[Juan Magan:]
When she looks at me and smiles at me, more,
I can't take it anymore and I want to scream.
What I feel is supernatural,
I start to tremble
and I can't take it anymore
The adrenaline starts to show
and it gets closer,
I start to fly
among the clouds of its spring
supernatural,
look at her, mortal.
[Álvaro Soler:]
Just come, give me a sign
that turns on my senses
to dream of you again.
It would be a mortal sin
to get myself lost on the way
without falling in love again.
[Marielle do it:]
An early yesterday,
a past remembered,
perhaps a today lived before,
a déjà vu that already passed.
I'm not waiting, but I wish,
and without wanting, I found her,
remembering that moment
in which, in my dreams, I kissed you,
in my dreams I kissed you, yeeh.
[Álvaro Soler and Juan Magán:]
When she looks at me and smiles at me, more,
I can't take it anymore and I want to scream.
What I feel is supernatural,
I start to tremble
and I can't take it anymore
The adrenaline starts to show
and it gets closer,
I start to fly
among the clouds of its spring
supernatural,
look at her, mortal.
[Álvaro Soler and Juan Magán:]
Just come, give me a sign
that turns on my senses
to dream of you again.
It would be a mortal sin
to get myself lost on the way
without falling in love again.