Verano con lima [English translation]

I know I may never find the rhyme

That on the full moon of August laid,

Shine our island

I know I'm not a magazine cover

And that with the years that pass fast

I'll fill your smile

But before the people disimulas

That I am the one that your great wound heals,

You may face a thousand doubts

But your scores and your beautiful songs

They fill rainbow with colors,

They don't understand anger or rancour,

They shout at the Four Winds every letter of my name.

How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you,

It's playing a 'let's be kids'

They squeeze their hands by walking without a path.

I know on Fridays from the platform

They sing toads to you, they dance to divas

And when Sunday falls, they forget you..

Sounds like a summer song with lime,

Bitter Saturday and a rum that hurts,

September arrives on our island.

But before the people disimulas

That I am the one that your great wound heals,

You may face a thousand doubts

But your scores and your beautiful songs

They fill rainbow with colors,

They don't understand anger or rancour,

They shout at the Four Winds every letter of my name.

How beautiful it is to paint paradise with you,

It's playing a 'let's be kids'

They squeeze their hands by walking without a path.

That your songs fill my sorrows with water

And it's true, it's your songs in LA..

That your songs fill rainbow with colors,

They don't understand anger or rancour,

They shout at the Four Winds every letter of my name..

How nice it is to paint paradise with you

It's playing a let's be kids,

They squeeze their hands by walking without a path..

Are your songs, your songs, are your songs

• Artist:Sofia Ellar
• Album:Verano con lima