La Bailarina Vecina
Ricardo Arjona
The Neighbor Dancer
My ceiling is her floor
I see her when I listen
I find her and I die
Her floor is my sky
She defeats me even though I fight
Her rain smell
She doesn't know I exist
She doesn't realize I wait
A good push from destiny
Meanwhile, I'm just the neighbor
She lives above, on the sixth floor
I hear her steps
I lie on my back, lying on the floor
Looking at the ceiling
She looks like a bongo, her feet on the hardwood
With that swan routine
That's how gossip starts
I can almost see her
I follow the path from the bathroom to the living room
I hear her linen blouse fall
She's already in bed
I in the shed, dreaming of her
With the neighbor dancer
She forgot to close the curtain
The neighbor dancer
Puts on the tutu in the mirror
I stretch my neck to see her on display
The neighbor dancer
Walks on tiptoe on my roof
And tickles from corner to corner
Does the tenant know anything about me?
Moon eyes, horse hair
Her skin is silk
I wait for her at one, relentless patience
Floating on the sidewalk
And I surf the wave her back leaves
Towards the Victoria Theater
The rest I know by heart
The neighbor dancer
Puts on the tutu in the mirror
I stretch my neck to see her on display
The neighbor dancer
Walks on tiptoe on my roof
And tickles from corner to corner
Does the tenant know anything about me?
Tomorrow will be, with all rigor
The same odyssey
What plan will shy love have for me?
Whatever it may be
