Don't be afraid, I didn't come to burn institutions,
I only bring a couple of lukewarm intentions
Which, I confess, have more to do with you
And with your cleavage than with Cupid's thing .
I know you're thinking 'So soon and already drunk',
But I just arrived, I'm sober and without a coat
And I know I don't want to hug another waist here
Let your waist, if you want to dance.
While the others begin to get drunk,
Grant me this waltz...
I was never a telepath, but I can guess
Your legs under the pearly length of that skirt
And also that your husband is the one with sweaty skin
Who toasts and toasts among friends everywhere.
It is a fact that he loves you and that you have reciprocated.
A man, if he is a man, can always be loved.
I don't think he will notice now if I hug your waist like that,
Tighten your waist and turn this waltz
While everyone is already drowning in champagne,
Let's go out and chat...
Look, there are two ways to get to the temple of the skin:
One to the rhythm of the moon, the other in super-jet
But here I have no choice, time is not my ally today
Although a handful of minutes would be enough, I think.
There is a room towards the hallway, far from this pilgrimage,
It is small, with a lock, they keep the tablecloths.
What should I do for you to give me a breath of madness like that?
I saw so much plain, so little storm!
If it weren't for you I would be another fool
Lost in the city.
I know, don't say more, ours cannot last:
You leave on a trip today, I break in two like glass.
It will fix your blue mo'o, your hair resisted the avalanche.
Now, look closely at my face, where am I in a rush?
I know I would break a deal if I said I love you,
But the thing is, I was born seeing you and now I feel like I'm dying
Because I just want to hug your waist, yes,
As long as life lasts and maybe a little longer.
Strong to your waist and spin another waltz.
Strong to your waist and without breathing.
If it weren't for you, I will be just another fool
Lost in the city.

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