You came out to the ring of the nightclub
and I received you with my best distraction
You were a bit sweaty
because it was a hot night
I invited you a shot
and you dumped the first tumble on me
You were fond to the counter
and I had to take three lance wounds of rum
to take you to the center
with the consent of the crowd
who encouraged me with oles
while I was bringing over to such brave woman
And me drunk, drunk, drunk
facing the situation
with bullfighting skill and bravery
And there at the ring of the nightclub
inciting without advantage and happy of rum
I touched your waist
feeling your corset with charm and courage
among oles, ovations
and acclaims of satisfaction
The blame was on the Cha Cha Cha
that you invited me to dance
Charging at my cape
I was sticking in the balcony of your cleavage
The blame was on the Cha Cha Cha
yes, it was on the Cha Cha Cha
who drove me shameless
by the purest chance
We went out by the nighclub's door
grabbed by the hand to celebrate
the real triumph
of the bullfighting art and the cha cha cha
that joined us forever
sentimentally by chance
That's why the blame was on the Cha Cha Cha
I know the blame was on the Cha Cha Cha
That's why the blame was on the Cha Cha Cha