| Dancing city inside my eyes
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| Intoxicated carnival, erotic paradise.
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| The thirst for love here turns into hunger,
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| Which cannot be quenched, which overflows.
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| You are somewhere in the crowd. |
| You have a new name
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| Crazy habits and colorful outfit.
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| But in Montevideo, in Madrid, in Seville and in Rome
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| Your eyes are still burning.
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| Orchestra play allegro vivace.
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| Burn torches both at night and during the day.
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| Your eyes glow brighter.
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| My eyes burn with dark fire.
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| Your eyes are burning brighter.
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| The salty night will envelop the beaches and villas,
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| Dawn sprinkles with lemon juice.
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| This cocktail of sun, love and tequila
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| You have to drink in one gulp, without saying a word.
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| Orchestra play allegro vivace.
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| Burn torches both at night and during the day.
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| Your eyes glow brighter.
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| My eyes burn with dark fire.
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| Your eyes are burning brighter.
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| There's a little pain inside my eyes
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| A spark of fear and the ashes of a dream,
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| I agree to play the worst roles,
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| I only want you to be my partner.
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| Snake bite, knife, heart attack, unknown virus,
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| Something similar is in store for all of us.
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| Your kiss turns into vaya con dios*
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| Vaya con dios turns into Don't Go.
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| And inside my eyes, let it not be otherwise.
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| The orchestra sounds, and the fire has not gone out.
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| Your eyes are burning brighter
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| Your eyes are burning inside my eyes.
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| Your eyes are burning brighter.
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| Inside my eyes.
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| Em: 354 000
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| A(V): 555,000
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| D(V): 577 755
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| Gm#: 798 000
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| Fm#: 576 000
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| (*) Vaya con dios (Spanish) -- Walk with God
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| Selection: Alexey Ivanov |