It appears in the stars, in the signs, in the conch shells
I read it in an ad, I saw it in the mirror
'It's there in the gospel,' the orishas assure
You'll be my love, you'll be my peace
It appears in the records, in the bulls, in the dogmas
I did a thesis, I read it in a treatise
It is computed in the official data
You'll be my love, you'll be my peace
But if science proves otherwise
And if the calendar goes against us
But if fate insists on tearing us apart
Damn the stars, the signs
The whelks: gypsy ads (projects)
Damn the gospel and all the orishas
You'll be my love, you'll be my love, my peace
It's on the agenda, in Karma, in the flesh
It's been on the soap opera, it's safe
They sprayed graffiti on the wall, I had a poster made
You'll be my love, you'll be my peace
But if science proves otherwise
And if the calendar goes against us
But if fate insists on tearing us apart
Damn the stars, the signs
The whelks: gypsy ads (projects)
Damn the gospel and all the orishas
You'll be my love, you'll be my love, my peace
It's on maps, on lips, on pencils
It's on Google, on Twitter, on Facebook
On Tinder, on WhatsApp, on Instagram
On email, on Snapchat, on Orkut