El Vals de Los Abuelos (part. Héctor Maure)

Nineteen hundred
The dances of yesteryear
Were joyful
Gardens of flowers
And the couples
Danced happily
While the eyes
Spoke of loves

When the corset and crinoline
Tenderly
Wants to evoke you

Let's dance a waltz
Like yesterday
Just like in our childhood
Remembrance of better times
Or scents of old loves

Who will sing
Who will dance
With the caresses of the waltz

And in the old sounds
That come and go
Mom will dance with dad