Alizee La isla bonita

Como puede ser verdad How could it be true 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 pr