Last night I dreamed with you,
that we were walking,
barefoot through the sand
and that the prints told us,
how much we have walked,
and that for nonsense this is over,
no no nooo,
we should not end like this.
I am your little bomb
you are my rich strawberry,
the one that sweetens my head with your sweetie,
ito ito nice,
You created a myth for me and now I'll blow your whistle
and your little body dances to the rhythm of my tamborcito
ito ito bonito, ask the little one
I was sitting on the bench
how bold was his little color,
ito ito bonito, it's seven o'clock I call the radio
and I ask for the record you were listening to
that night we made it nice ito it nice,
pretty dance me, nice move me,
Nice kiss me, it's nice,
pretty dance me, nice move me,
Nice kiss me, it's nice,
It's nice, it's nice, it's nice,
ito ito bonito (small echate pa'ka)
I am your little bomb
you are my rich strawberry,
the one that sweetens my head with your sweetie,
ito ito nice,
You created a myth for me and now I'll blow your whistle
and your little body dances to the rhythm of my tamborcito
ito ito bonito, ask the little one
I was sitting on the bench
how bold was his little color,
ito ito bonito, it's seven o'clock I call the radio
and I ask for the record you were listening to
that night we made it nice ito it nice,
pretty dance me, nice move me,
Nice kiss me, it's nice,
pretty dance me, nice move me,
Nice kiss me, it's nice, it's nice,
It's nice, it's nice, it's nice,
ito ito bonito, .... ito ito bonito ...
Last night I dreamed with you,
that we were walking,
barefoot through the sand
and that the prints told us,
how much we have walked,
and that for nonsense this is over,
no no nooo,
we should not end like this.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)