Bài hát La Isla Bonita - Madonna. Cómo puede ser verdad?. Verse 1. Last night I dreamt of San Pedro. Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song. Young girl with eyes like the desert. It all seems like
together fall apart. And in Battersea power station, the fisher king. Ponders on his ruin, among many other things. He folds his broken hands, . Surveys his barren lands, . And prays for hope to whisper
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