Give Me The Beat - D. León

Give me the moonlight Give me the girl And leave the rest to me Give me a shady nook By a babbling brook Where no one can see *Give me a bench for two Where we can bill and coo And mine she's gonna be If there's anyone in doubt And they'd like to try me out Give me the moonlight Well - give me the girl And leave the rest to me** And leave the rest to me (Rep from * to ** then...) The rest to me.

I could notice all the lines And I'd only go insane I could love you all the time I'm not always gonna say Still I don't want to feel it without you Don't want to feel it with no one else Give me your fire, give me your rain Give me a little love from you I can fan a fire I can keep it from burning away But what's it gonna take to stop the silence? I could live as a liar Say that I'm turning away But giving up won't give up desire And I don't want to feel it without you Don't wanna feel it with nobody else Give me your fire, give me your rain Give me a little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Watching windows, watching stars Colored lights and empty bars All the houses in the yard All the streets and passing cars What's the distance where you are? Can I make it back to your heart? Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you

Pasó el tiempo, se escurrió Y por los ríos de mis venas Y ahora, cuando miro atrás Es un tsunami de segundos Sé muy bien que nunca olvidaré Lo muy cerca que estuvimos Un talud de sentimientos Y la esperanza al rojo vivo Vacación Forzosa Sin trabajo, hijo y esposa Happy days Are always Holidays are over Reuniones telemáticas Ya no hay niños en los parques Ya nada nunca será igual Hay venados en la gran ciudad Happy days Are over Holidays are always My uncle is dying, my sister is crying The teacher is on the run My neighbor is naked And Margaret's baking Her very first French soufflé Holidays Are over Happy days are always Holidays Are over Happy days are always