Bolero Yo?

Bolero me? Never
If the heart's not in style anymore,
Besides, miss, please,
I’m not that old...

So for me, no bolero,
I’d need to have my voice
Like the tenor’s swallow,
I’d need to have the light
And the words of love
That I no longer have.

Bolero me? Never,
It hurts to remember
Those sea-green eyes
And on the road
Anguish and loneliness.

I don’t have dreams
To dream anymore
No swagger, no feeling.
Who’s calling at odd hours
Whispering
A bolero to say goodbye?

Bolero me? Never,
Don’t insist, miss, another song
Would be more fitting,
Don’t you think?,
Another time...

It’s because for me, no bolero,
It would mean spending eternity
Dancing with disillusion,
It would be to ignite this passion
With the bongo of sex
And cry
With every strange chord.

Bolero me? Never,
It hurts to remember
Those sea-green eyes
And on the road
Anguish and loneliness.