I wanted to think about you
I wanted to love you
When I was already gone
When the cold runs through my veins
When loneliness covers me
When I feel alone between cities
I fly in an instant and return to you
So small, so beautiful, my island, my owner
Where the sky always overflows with heat
Mountains, aromas, coffee, where the nightingales sing
You walk its beaches and see a thousand colors
There is always a party and there are always a thousand reasons
To feel the big chest
By saying that I was born there
I did a thousand trips
I saw with my eyes a sky so open
And I felt like I was drowning in a feeling
Thinking about returning to your arms
Listening to the accent of my people
The things so simple that I do not sell
So small, so beautiful, my island, my owner
Where the sky always overflows with heat
Mountains, aromas, coffee, where the nightingales sing
You walk its beaches and you see a thousand colors
There is always a party and there are always a thousand reasons
To feel the big chest
When I say that I was born there
Oh…
So small , so beautiful, my island, my owner
Where the sky always overflows with heat
Mountains, aromas, coffee, where the nightingales sing
You walk its beaches and see a thousand colors
Always There is a party and there are always a thousand reasons
To feel the big chest
When saying that I was born...
That I was born there

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