Now that you have gone your way alone in the city
and here I start to contemplate the people who come and go
while the baker passes by who does not stop searching
and a pirate who sells me a CD that I just recorded
Everything is smile, everything is joy, here is how it always is
but only in my eyes does it look different.
Santo Domingo is not the same love there nooo
Santo Domingo is not the same love
Santo Domingo is boring.
Although I see that the merenguero here does not stop singing
although a bachata sounds, inviting me to dance
Santo Domingo is not the same love
Santo Domingo is boring.
Even if they tell me a joke that forces me to smile
Santo Domingo is not the same since you are not here
Santo Domingo is not the same love there nooo
WITHOUT TIII ...
Pass passes passes people who in the colonial zone
and I see the smiling faces and again I ask again
everything is smile everything is joy, here is how it always
I do not entinedo because it is that in my eyes it looks different.
Santo Domingo is not the same love there nooo
Santo Domingo is not the same love
saint sunday is boring
Although I see that the merenguero here does not stop singing
although a bachata sounds, inviting me to dance
Santo Domingo is not lomismo love
Santo Domingo is boring oooh
Even if they tell me a joke that forces me to smile
Santo domingo is not the same since you are not here
Holy Sunday is not the same love mmm ...
WITHOUT TIII ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)