Por favor
dame una cosa, por favor
dame otra cosa, por, por...
Good bye, my love
I have been told,
the winters are cold.
It rains now and then,
the streets are in Paris;
Most people don't care.
Mr. Faithful,
If it's fun it's okay,
So that's why it's this way
I wish for a wishing well.
This smoke is the air,
I breathe in times of despair.
I'll think about you when,
My dangerous heart is ready to fall apart.
My composition is weak;
And this dedication is all out of tune.
If this proposition repeats,
Any symptoms of wanting it too soon.
I'll just walk through, down Alida Street;
And skip down to the cemetary;
skipped down to the cemetary;
skipped down to the cemetary;
Where we marked our paths.
Goodbye my love,
I have been told,
the winters are cold.
It rains now and then;
the streets are in Paris;
Most people don't care.