Chalouper

One day will come, bodies hunched
Parchments on our faces
Those that tell the past life
All the successes and shipwrecks

And our hands trembling in the wind
Like light-footed dances
Will continue to beat time
Under dressed-up suns

One day will come, we'll turn into old bones
Begonias on the balcony
A little calypso vibe
Sepia photos in the living room
Despite life, time passed
Despite the tired youth
No one will be able to stop
Our worn-out bodies from shuffling

Shuffle, shuffle
Shuffle, shuffle
Shuffle, shuffle

Before spring turns into autumn
Before we drift away from the shore
We'll scratch some Caribbean tunes
From the gramophone
We'll exhaust ourselves on the dance floor
In small, thrifty steps
As long as the curtain is up
Our hearts will be metronomes

The wild years come back to me
When we only died of laughter
Oh, remember the malecón
The lapping of our memories
One day this tune will come
When my voice has flown away
I beg you in memory of it
To keep shuffling

Shuffle, shuffle
Shuffle, shuffle
Shuffle, shuffle

Oh make me spin under my feet
Years slip away, you and me
Until the end of love, we'll be able to
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle

Oh make me spin under my feet
Years slip away, you and me
Until the end of love, we'll be able to
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle