Imagine Lyrics English Translation – Carbonne

She says to me: “Imagine Madeira under the parasols”
But then I imagine losing her, I become paranoid
J ‘lose your mind, she’s right, I think she wants my name behind her first name
She never changed her coat, no, that’s what makes my head spin

She says to me: “Imagine Madeira under the parasols”
But then I imagine losing her, I become paranoid
I’m losing my mind, she’s right, I I think she wants my name behind her first name
She never turned her jacket inside out, no

She wants to see Mada, I want to see clearly, she wants to leave Paname and change scenery
She likes walks and simple things, she doesn’t envy the life of a billionaire
Even when she works me, tests me, and my guard is lowered
I can’t leave her, she makes me love her, she knows that in her eyes I get lost
I like her qualities, her faults, when I said “I love you” to others, it was false
Little glass of rum, I’m going to relax, 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: tied
Far from the trams and metro platforms, two on the GTO motorcycle

She says to me: “Imagine Madeira under the parasols”
But now I imagine losing her, I’m becoming paranoid
I’m losing my mind, she’s right, I think she wants my name behind her first name
She never turned her jacket around, no
That’s what makes my head spin

She wants to see Rome and Rio, Buenos Aires, Rosario
S’ to go far from Paris, to the lands of Dalí, to go far from the sirens, the gyros
She wants to see Venice, she wants to see Rome and Rio, Buenos Aires, Rosario
To go far from Paris, in Dalí’s land, going far from the sirens, the gyros
At first, she laughed in my face when she saw how I was fluttering
But it became passionate, we had so much of roads to travel
We talk about living facing the sea, I can see that she is not a homebody
In the evening, she has the art, the manner, she is my Falbala, my date

She says to me: “Imagine Madeira under the parasols” (¡Vamo’, vamo’, vamo’!)
But here I imagine it lose, I become paranoid (¡Ola!)
I lose my mind, she’s right, I think she wants my name behind her first name
She never returned her jacket, no (¡Lleva, lleva!)

She says to me: “Imagine Madeira under the parasols”
But here I imagine losing her, I ‘become paranoid
I’m losing my mind, she’s right, I think she wants my name behind her first name
She never changed her mind, no

Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine