Searching on wounds from the past
Im not gonna lose
I Dont want to be a guy from somewhere else
On your way, easy going
On a bike that takes you everywhere
Like a desperate whale calf
Im saving a letter where i wrote
That i dream of you and i love you so much
That my heart has been beating for you , beating for you
the one i save , where i wrote
that i dream of you and i love you so much
that my heart has been beating for you, beating for you again
i can be happy
Calmly walking through people
I love you like this
And i like you because you're different
On my way, disheveled
In a bike that takes me everywhere
A desperate whale calf
Im saving a letter where i wrote
That i dream of you and i love you so much
That my heart has been beating for you , beating for you
the one i save , where i wrote
that i dream of you and i love you so much
that my heart has been beating for you, beating for you again
She is my favorite, the one who sings in the zone
She moves her hips like a ship in the waves
She is bare food like a kid that loves (HE LOVES WHAT?!?!?! fuck these lyrics, man)
And her hair is long, like a sun you yearn
She likes to be told that she's the girl
She likes to be watched when she dances alone
She likes home, hours to stop
She likes Barranquilla, she likes Barcelona
Take, take me in your bicycle
Hear me, Carlos, take me in your bicycle
I want to go across this zone
From Santa Marta to La Arenosa
Take, take me in your bicycle
So we can play cloth ball , there in Chancleta
That, if you someday show Pique the Tayrona
He will never want to go to Barcelona
On my way, easy going
In a bike that takes me everywhere
A desperate whale calf
Im saving a letter where i wrote
That i dream of you and i love you so much
That my heart has been beating for you , beating for you
the one i save , where i wrote
that i dream of you and i love you so much
that my heart has been beating for you, beating for you again
Take, take me in your bicycle
Hear me, Carlos, take me in your bicycle
That, if you someday show Pique the Daytona
He will never want to go to Barcelona
Take, take me in your bicycle
Hear me, Carlos, take me in your bicycle
That, if you someday show Pique the Tayrona
He will never want to go to Barcelona
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