Lyrics of Los Vino / Movilo - Balkan Airs, Otros Aires

Los Vino / Movilo (original)

No se si fue por los vino
No se si fue por su boca
Pero entre tanto tango encontré su ropa
Junta a mi ropa
No se si fue por Castillo
Pugliese, Troilo o Darienzo
Pero su abrazo en mis manos
Era un pincel y la pista un lienzo
Hay los vino, seguro che fueron los vino
(Yo no fui)
Seguro che fueron los vino
No se si fue por los vino
No se si fue por su aliento
Pero entre tanda y tanda encontré
Su ombligo, junto a mi cuerpo
Y asi volando en la gloria
Y aterrizando en la ruina
Yo fui cayendo y cayendo
En la red de esas medias asesinas
Hay los vino, seguro che fueron los vino
(Yo no fui)
Seguro che fueron los vino

(translation)

I don't know if it was because of the wine
I don't know if it was through his mouth
But between so much tango I found his clothes
attach to my clothes
I don't know if it was because of Castillo
Pugliese, Troilo or Darienzo
But her embrace of her in my hands
It was a brush and the track was a canvas
There are the wines, surely they were the wines
(I did not go)
I'm sure it was the wine
I don't know if it was because of the wine
I don't know if it was because of his breath
But between batch and batch I found
Her navel, next to my body
And so flying in glory
And landing in ruin
I was falling and falling
In the web of those killer stockings
There are the wines, surely they were the wines
(I did not go)
I'm sure it was the wine