Zamba y Acuarela

With your flying skirt
I dance this zamba without hurry
Your movements take me
Like a comet in the breeze
Your movements take me
Like a comet in the breeze

I'm getting comfortable
In this moment of time
Your feet spin and spin
Your lips are kissed by the wind
Your feet spin and spin
Your lips are kissed by the wind

This zamba turned honey
Becomes a bonfire in the distance
I want to make love to you in the mornings of Santiago
Paint my sunsets with your watercolor
I want to make love to you in the mornings of Santiago
Dawn zamba in your arms

And I can't resist getting closer
To your body that smells
Like a little flower from the homeland
That blooms among the hills
Like a little flower from the homeland
That blooms among the hills

The zamba keeps spinning
I remain settled on your chest
I entwine you with my handkerchief
You entangle me with your silence
I entwine you with my handkerchief
You entangle me with your silence

This zamba turned honey
Becomes a bonfire in the distance
I want to make love to you in the mornings of Santiago
Paint my sunsets with your watercolor
I want to make love to you in the mornings of Santiago
Dawn zamba in your arms