She tells me, "imagine Madeira under the parasols"
But here, I imagine losing her, I become paranoid
I lose my mind, she's right
I think she wants my name after her first name
She never turned her coat, no
That's what makes my head spin

She tells me, "imagine Madeira under the parasols"
But here, I imagine losing her, I become paranoid
I lose my mind, she's right
I think she wants my name after her first name
She never turned her coat, no

She wants to see Mada', I want to see clearly
She wants to leave Paris and change the air
She loves walks and simple things
She doesn't envy the life of a billionaire
Even when she works me, tests me
And my guard drops
I can't leave her, she makes me happy
She knows that in her gaze, I get lost

I love her qualities, her flaws
When I said "I love you" to others, it was false
A small glass of rum, I get drunk
I think back to when I was poor
We want to change our lives, change the weather
Yeah, the degrees in the air, in the glass are equal
Far from trams and metro platforms
The two of us on GTO's motorcycle

She tells me, "imagine Madeira under the parasols"
But here, I imagine losing her, I become paranoid
I lose my mind, she's right
I think she wants my name after her first name
She never turned her coat, no
That's what makes my head spin

She wants to see Rome and Rio
Buenos Aires, Rosario
Go far from Paris, to Dali's lands
Leave far from the sirens, the flashing lights
She wants to see Venice, she wants to see Rome and Rio
Buenos Aires, Rosario
Go far from Paris, to Dali's lands
Leave far from the sirens, the flashing lights

At first, she laughed in my face
When she saw how I was fluttering around
But it became passionate
We have so many roads to travel
We talk about living by the sea
I see well that she's not a homebody
In the evening, she has the art, the manner
She's my Falbala, my rider

(She tells me, "imagine Madeira under the parasols")
(But here, I imagine losing her, I become paranoid)
(I lose my mind, she's right)
(I think she wants my name after her first name)
(She never turned her coat, no)

She tells me, "imagine Madeira under the parasols"
But here, I imagine losing her, I become paranoid
I lose my mind, she's right
I think she wants my name after her first name
She never turned her coat, no
That's what makes my head spin

Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine

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