Lisa was pure energy; Fran, a man of little faith.
Lisa was the light of day and Fran was pure dusk.
And in the middle of nowhere, in the infinite plain,
where the train does not pass, there They crossed their lives.
And they died inside, like heat kills ice.
And they poured their kisses on the skin of both of them.
And in each night of love their lives became more far away,
until reaching the sky with both hands.
Lisa and Fran are a volcano of blind faith in their love.
And a volcano was you and me.
Lisa and Fran are a volcano of blind faith in their love.
And a volcano was you and I.
They promised not to say "I love you" to each other
in case they had to leave, that it hurt less.
But, when the time came, it was impossible for them not to do it
and Lisa burst into tears when Fran said "I can't".
Lisa and Fran are a volcano of blind faith for their love.
And a volcano was you and I.
Lisa and Fran are a volcano of blind faith for their love.
And a volcano was you and I.
Hearts crushed that their lives have been uncrossed;
you never know which corner you have to turn.
Fran today no longer believes in anything, only in her old guitar.
Lisa is married today, but she still cries when he sings.
Lisa and Fran were full of blind faith for their love.
And a volcano was you and I.
Lisa and Fran were full of blind faith for their love.
And a volcano was you and me.
And a volcano like you and me.

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