Vaivén

When it's possible and it's not raining on wet ground
When the Moors on the coast are not seen
When I calculate that the waters have calmed down
When I write to know if you're okay

When I have fulfilled my role of being well-behaved
When it has stopped, I repeat, raining
When the terrain is already clear
I step aside to be able to read you

You are my good and I'm not afraid to say it
Although when I say it, I lower my voice
And in the back and forth of what is and isn't allowed
Right in the middle, we both meet

In the last thing I think about before going to sleep
You are the dream I like to dream the most
A sigh that escapes me while asleep
And the first thing I do right upon waking up, ah-ah

I like it when it plays in the warmth of the drinks
That song that reminds me so much of you
The feeling of ordering a whiskey on the rocks
And I went back to the day I met you

You are undoubtedly my favorite sin
The mischief that I won't tell anyone about
The kiss that I undoubtedly need
A smile that escapes unintentionally

Long live rock, long live jazz, long live cumbia
Long live tequila, bacanora, and mezcal
When your libido meets my spirit
It is mandatory that nothing can go wrong, ah-ah

Upa!
Long live what we have
Little one