There was a moment when you
You seemed like nothing to me
It was when your hand
It left me alone and non-existent
You circled and came back here
The orchestra moved on
And then, no one saw you come
And we started chewing again
This old rumba
We smiled and said hello
And we stayed on track
And it always seemed great to us
This half dance of ours
Dolce and half armara
And we remained in the competition, dancing
The dancers who do it
A p by profession< br/>A p for true vocation
They have a pace of obsession
And they know well that the gamble
Slight as the leopard
And they know that all the figures
Have a thousand flaws
If in my step you felt
A restlessness and a great bow
I was near a distant city
All mother of pearl, silver
Wind, iron, fire
And I couldn't find anyone here
To talk about it a little
Dancing
Yes, I'm more and more distracted
And also more alone and fake
And the restlessness and the bows
/>Make me an orangutan
Who moves with the grace
Of those who are not convinced
That rumba is only
A joy of tango, dancing

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