Quédate Este Bolero

It must have been that I waited for you so long
that I couldn't undress you right
and I got stuck in the middle of dusk
afraid of fever and emptiness.

It must have been that I dreamed of you so much
in the languid hours of the cold
that I couldn't escape the noose
and I left you halfway through a sigh.

Stay, stay this bolero
that reaches you where I can't touch
suffer it like it's something new
and sing it in pieces.

Let yourself roll with its longings
cry it out in rage and disappointment
and dance it if spite and temper
will let you dance it.

It must have been that I liked so much
that smell of river dove
that I couldn't win from your lips
with the thirst and the tremor of my own.

It must have been that I got so excited
by that body filled with absences
that my skin resisted your embrace
shaken with faith and impatience.

Stay, stay this bolero
that reaches you where I can't touch
suffer it like it's something new
and sing it in pieces.

Let yourself roll with its longings
and cry it out in rage and disappointment
and dance it if spite and temper
will let you dance it.