A San Francisco night
I'm not going back there anymore
I'm sorry, you know
But I don't believe it anymore
Our dreams in the wind
I don't remember them anymore
I have desires
Much more serious
Than the ones you know

I like lasagna
And then I like you
A bit of marijuana
Under the blue sky

A San Francisco night
I saw the devil
Because you dress in love
That love is no more
If we are made of stars
A blue sky is better
I have desires
Skies with gin and tonic
Like the ones you want

I like lasagna
And then I like you
A bit of marijuana
Under the blue sky

I like the night in Havana
And then I like you
But I dream of a Cuba libre, my love
Under the blue sky
The blue sky

You have to dance the salsa
It cures the pain
Go on, the salsa
It cures the love

I like Bologna
And then I like you
A bit of marijuana
Under the blue sky

I like the night in Havana
And then I like you
But I dream of a Cuba libre, my love
Another Cuba libre, my love
That I'm looking for a bit of love, my love
Under the blue sky

Until forever

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