Guerra de Pasos

July 13th
Finally in Cadiz
I lock eyes with someone who brushed by
You look at me, I look at you, it's gonna happen
You resemble the guy from the crazy singer
All afternoon, Seville and Madrid
We go to a bar I know
Friends are coming: If you want to come
And I look at your mouth and I break
And then, you came to see me

And we sleep, we tremble, and you fled at dawn
And then, you wanted to come back
Because there your glasses were left
And a bit of your skin
It wasn't the perfect dance
Nor the dreamed moment
A thousand lost movements
Nor the sought reason
Just two dancers
Escaping and fighting
A step war
With no conflicts on the side

December tenth
And it comes to an end
Here ends the crazy people's waltz
Seville, Cadiz, Madrid cry
There won't be another summer in autumn

And then, I haven't seen you again
You fought and you succeeded, disappearing
And then, what will come next
If there are no glasses or beach kisses to make you come back
It wasn't the perfect dance
Nor the dreamed moment
A thousand lost movements
Nor the sought reason
Just two dancers
Escaping and fighting
A step war
With no conflicts on the side