(sung) How in this world can I go on Wondering if you'll think Of me when I'm gone? Shielding my eyes from The pitiless light of the glare Do you care?
When in this world is it enough? I never thought It could be quite this rough Living my life And as millions of people all stare You're not there
Why is each step that I take Redefined? All things that should not be at stake Are left behind
[Emilio, spoken] Espera. Espera. Repítemelo Babe, the Miami Herald ran a headline that Gloria and Emilio have the world in their hands talking about the worldwide sales
[Tutor, spoken] Okay. April 19, 1775
[Nayib, spoken] The first shots of the Revolutionary War were fired in Concord Massachusetts. Hey! It's snowing! Papi, look at the window, it's snowing!
[Emilio, spoken] I see, Papa, I see!
[Gloria] There's always something to lose when you win Still, if those are the rules of the game, deal me in Though it's been hard on my pride It's been one hell of a ride Curiously I didn't set out to be Famous
[Nayib, spoken] Abuela!
[Emilio, spoken] I'm glad you're here. Come on, Papi let's go outside for a minute, okay?
Compositor: Gloria M. Estefan ECAD: Obra #23209830