You won't admit you love me
So how am I ever to know
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

A million times I'd ask you
And then I'd ask you over, again
You'd only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted

So, if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted

So, if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Please don't tell me...

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted

If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted


(Original: "Quizás" written by Osvaldo Farrés, Cuba, 1947)