There are stories that are about danzón and the slums,
there are pleasures that intoxicate and taste of betrayal.
In the slums all lovers
dance in the dark.
And in the corners there are seductions
a dance of exquisite weakness.
There are stories of neighborhoods and ballroom dancing,
there are sins that leave the heart marked.
Kneeling biting heels
and mouth carries alcohol.
Lust and hallucination
make me lose control.
When the devil wants to take me
and death is hovering nearby,
when my soul has to deliver
Stories about danzón and the slums.
When the devil wants to take me
condemned by temptations,
when I no longer have anyone to love
Stories about danzón and the slums.
There are passions that live in lights of brothels.
There are loves that leave skin wounds.
In the suburbs all couples
Have something to hide.
Lust and hallucination
make me lose my mind.
When the devil wants to take me
and death is hovering nearby,
when my soul has to deliver
Stories about danzón and the slums.
When the devil wants to take me
condemned by temptations,
when I no longer have anyone to love
Stories about danzón and the slums.
About danzón and the slums...