Los Vino`

I don't know if it was the wine,
I don't know if it was her lips
But among all that tango I found
Her clothes, next to my clothes.

I don't know if it was Castillo,
Pugliese, Troilo, or Darienzo
But her embrace in my hands
Was a brush and the dance floor a canvas.

Oh, the wine, it must have been the wine
(I wasn't)
It must have been... the wine.

I don't know if it was the wine,
I don't know if it was her breath
But between sets I found
Her belly button, next to my body.

And so flying in glory
And crashing down in ruin
I kept falling and falling
Into the web of those killer stockings.

Oh, the wine, it must have been the wine
(I wasn't)
It must have been... the wine.