Knocks Me Off My Feet (feat. Mike Cruz) - Kelvin Cortez

I see us in the park Strolling the summer days of imaginings in my head And words from our hearts Told only to the winds, felt even without being said I don't want to bore you with my trouble But there's somethin' 'bout your love That makes me weak and Knocks me off my feet Yes, somethin' bout your love That makes me weak and Knocks me off my feet Knocks me off my feet I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you More and more We lay beneath the stars Under a lover's tree that's seen through the eyes of my mind I reach out for the part Of me that lives in you, that only our two hearts can find But I don't want to bore you with my trouble But there's somethin' 'bout your love That makes me weak and Knocks me off my feet There's somethin' bout your love That makes me weak and Knocks me off my feet Knocks me off my feet I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you Darling, I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you I don't want to bore you with it Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you

Era callejero por derecho propio Su filosofía de la libertad Fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros Y sobre los otros no pasar jamás. Aunque fue de todos, nunca tuvo dueño Que condicionara su razón de ser Libre como el viento era nuestro perro Nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer. Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas Fiel a su destino y a su parecer Sin tener horario para hacer la siesta Ni rendirle cuentas al amanecer. Era nuestro perro, y era la ternura Que nos hace falta cada día más Era una metáfora de la aventura Que en el diccionario no se puede hallar. Era nuestro perro porque lo que amamos Lo consideramos nuestra propiedad Era de los niños y del viejo Pablo A quien rescataba de su soledad. Era un callejero y era el personaje De la puerta abierta en cualquier hogar Era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje El sereno, el cura y todos los demás. Era el callejero de las cosas bellas Y se fue con ellas cuando se marchó Se bebió de golpe todas las estrellas Se quedó dormido y ya no despertó. Nos dejó el espacio como testamento Lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emoción Vaga su recuerdo por los sentimientos Para derramarlos en esta canción.

Du ru rum du ru rum du du You say you've been overseas I say over where You say just a holiday My Alsatian heir I say I've been working late, working overtime Haven't seen that sun since sixty-nine Does the moonlight shine on Paris After the sun goes down If the London Bridge is falling Would anybody hear a sound as If you follow that sunset will it ever end Oh Does the moonlight shine on Paris Oooh du ru U ru rum du ru rum du du Oh and how can you just walk away Was it something that I said I see only black and white You see green and red You believe in miracles Water into wine I'll believe when it makes the New York Times Does the moonlight shine on Paris After the sun goes down If the London Bridge is falling Would anybody hear a sound If you follow that sunset will it ever end Does the moonlight shine on Paris will it ever end Du ru rum du ru rum du du Oh ooh Does the moonlight shine on Paris After the sun goes down If the London Bridge is falling Would anybody hear a sound If you follow that sunset will it ever end Does the moonlight shine on Paris will it ever end Du ru rum du ru rum du du Will it ever end