He is from Havana she is from Santo Domingo
The two agreed in a city where everyone is different
She likes adventure bachata and bull (bachatéame mama)
He does not suspect that tonight he will find love vendito
He contemplates her hypnotized from the bar, she dances alone
At the same time that the DJ plays fashionable music
For him there is no one else on that night, only that brunette
He invites her to dance with sorrow (says yes)
And bachata dancing in New York was born love
They danced to the rhythm of the heart he fell in love
Who said she does not
Is there god that good night?
And a kiss was telling them the story of a true romance
And that night in New York they touched the sky
The night is over they are still pegaditos (there are, there are, there are, there are, there are, there are)
They never imagined that in that place they would find Cupid
For the two now there is no one else, only that full moon
She already sent all that pain flying (hehe)
And bachata dancing in New York was born love
They danced to the rhythm of the heart he fell in love
Who said she does not
Is there god that good night?
And a kiss was telling them the story of a true romance
And that night in New York they touched the sky
Santa Cruz
Haja
And bachata dancing in New York was born love
They danced to the rhythm of the heart he fell in love
Who said she does not
Is there god that good night?
And a kiss was telling them the story of a true romance
And that night in New York, love was born
Only among all we can make this a better place :)