MADONNA, LEONARD, Patrick & GAITSCH, Bruce

La Isla Bonita

¿Cómo puede ser verdad?

Last night I dreamt of San Pedro,
Just like I'd never gone,
I knew the song,
A young girl with eyes like the desert,
It all seems like yesterday,
Not far away.

Tropical the island breeze,
All of nature wild and free,
This is where I long to be,
La Isla Bonita.
And when the samba played,
The sun would set so high,
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes,
Your Spanish lullaby.

I fell in love with San Pedro,
Warm wind carried on the sea,
He called to me,
"Te dijo, te amo",
I prayed that the days would last,
They went so fast.

Tropical the island breeze,
…..

I want to be where the sun warms the sky,
When it's time for siesta,
you can watch them go by,
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world,
Where a girl loves a boy,
And a boy... loves a girl.

Last night I dreamt of San Pedro,
It all seems like yesterday,
Not far away.

Tropical the island breeze,
…..