One, two, three
If you think his flight is ending, no
This is beginning
The danzó has already started to play
(Pa, ra, ra, ra)
And it is not over, no
The passage of time imposes respect
And quality goes hand in hand with quantity,
It comes, it comes marking the pattern and the feeling
(It comes)
My life begins from within
What I feel always emerges
It is true, I say it and I am committed
I am responsible and I regret it
br/>But I think it is growth
For now it is in the best moment
The dawn always appears correcting
At dusk and the things that are seen being born
You have to see them mature and grow
Living by luck and clandestinely
Moreover, he was not dead, just absent
If it stops suddenly, never indifferent
The dance did not end and it continues the same as always
If the heart continues
Rhythms united over illusion
Night after night the voice is heard
Those of drums, chords and sounds
Songoro cosongo songe be
Songoro cosongo de mamey
That is being danced in every corner
That is playing in your heart< br/>It sounds like the cards are on the table
There is no one to stop this, no one moves
That's right, everything has its time and if you are willing
To sow and cultivate you have to see the fruit mature
Concrete makes its way between the mountains
Smoke signals that grow more and more every day
Trying to communicate
Exposing the insides to the light as they go
Without erasing nothing without covering anything without hiding anything
Real testimonies are presented
The feeling is nothing more than pure truths
Gathering luckily and discreetly
More was not far away respectively
If what moves comes from the belly
The dance has not ended and it must continue forever
If the occasion has arisen
Certain sounds of imagination
Day by day that the sun visits
Those of drums, chords and sounds
To command by obeying in the danzón
Songoro cosongo songe be
Songoro cosongo de mamey
It is to keep silence of movement
Fast from color and sound
To be a woman, old and child ±o
And let yourself go

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