It must have been waiting for you so much
I did not know how to disguise your dress
and I stayed in the middle of the twilight
fearing fever and emptied.
It must have been that I dreamed you so much
in the languid hours of the cold
that I could not save myself from the tie
and I'll leave you half-sigh.
Stay, stay this bolero
that reaches you where I can not reach you
Subtract it as if it were new
and sing it to pieces.
Let yourself roll for your longings
cry of anger and disenchantment
and dance it if the spite and the genius
they will let you dance it.
It must have been that I liked it so much
that smell of river pigeon
that I could not win from the lips
There is thirst and trembling of mine
It must have been that it excited me so much
that body populated with absences
that my skin resisted your hug
troubled with faith and impatience.
Stay, stay this bolero
that reaches you where I can not reach you
Subtract it as if it were new
and sing it to pieces.
Let yourself roll for your longings
and cry of anger and disenchantment
and dance it if the spite and the genius
they'll let you dance. (bis)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)