Sitting on the bench of that old bar
I shyly invited you to dance and you,
Smiling, accepting me.
We danced bachata, merengue and bolero, talking low
Shaking the bodies and thus cupid throwing arrows.
The party is finished, everyone goes to their houses
I go with your face sticked on my soul
And without knowing you well, I already start to miss you
It seems that I got used to you only in one day
I'm missing you
Like I've known you for years
It seems that only in one dance I gave you my life
It seems that the feeling beat the rules that existed.
They are the rules that existed.
Dancing bachata,merengue and bolero, talking low
Shaking the bodies and thus cupid throwing arrows
The party is finished, everyone goes to their houses
I go with your face sticked on my soul
And without knowing you well, I already start to miss you
It seems that I got used to you only in one day
I'm missing you
Like I've known you for years
It seems that only in one dance I gave you my life
It seems that the feeling beat the rules that existed.
It seems that I got used to you only in one day
I'm missing you
Like I've known you for years
It seems that only in one dance I gave you my life
It seems that the feeling beat the rules that existed.
It beat the rules that existed.
It beat the rules that existed.
It beat the rules that existed.
It beat the rules that existed.