What is love ?, is a color,
The right mix, of spirit and sweat
It is pleasure, to belong,
It is oneself, but with another skin,
What is love ?, perhaps your pain,
But after, that we make love
Freedom, to choose,
The mysterious and exciting obligation, to give, without asking
And hunger, wars, and hatred,
Everything, they go to bed, with us, wake up Moors
What is love ?, if not pain,
Like being born, growing up, being better
It is walking, hand in hand with God,
It is vulnerable, but easy to cheat, you must take care of it
And hunger, wars, and hatred,
Everything, they go to bed, with us, wake up Moors
What is love, what is love?
What is love? What will it be? ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)