Jarana

Creole waltz, calm and cut
Sambo dancer, sweet cholita
Drawing cheerful figures with rhythm
And they go apart while in the soul
There are mutual desires to get closer
And they go apart while in the soul
There are mutual desires to get closer

Hit with the heel, hit with the tip
Move your waist, it's going to end
Now squeeze tight, put your face close
And tell me if there's anything lovelier than a waltz

Hit with the heel, hit with the tip
Move your waist, it's going to end
Now squeeze tight, put your face close
And tell me if there's anything lovelier than a waltz

Guitars strummed with tense fingers
Notes splashing on a ruined piano
While the singers chase the sound
Like those sighs that sprout from the soul
And become bubbles in the heart
Like those sighs that sprout from the soul
And become bubbles in the heart

Hit it...
Hit with the heel, hit with the tip
Move your waist, it's going to end
Now squeeze tight, put your face close
And tell me if there's anything lovelier than a waltz

Hit with the heel, hit with the tip
Move your waist, it's going to end
Now squeeze tight, put your face close
And tell me if there's anything lovelier than a waltz