Chanelando

Already with the echo that the wind brings
You can hear the singing of a basket weaver
He sings to a rose, the master paints it

And you and you are enchanting me
With that way of dancing the tango
And you and you are enchanting me (and channeling)
With that way of painting the tango

It was a gift from the abyss
The air that passes and signs with the hand of the prodigy
Of the painter who sings
The one who sings and paints dreams in colors
What infinite dreams

And you and you are enchanting me
With that way of dancing the tango
And you and you are enchanting me (and channeling)
With that way of painting the tango

And you and you are enchanting me
With that way of dancing the tango
And you and you are enchanting me (and channeling)
With that way of dancing the tango

Tell me what's wrong, rose
You who always laugh when it comes to love affairs
Who steals your sleep, who is the guy
With a white handkerchief with black polka dots
The drunken singing of my basket weaver
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, basket weaver

Channeling and enchanting
That way of dancing the tango
Channeling and enchanting
That way of painting

And there with the echo that the wind brings
You can hear the singing of a basket weaver
And how flamenco paints

And you and you are enchanting me
With that way of dancing the tango
And you and you are enchanting me (and channeling)
With that way of dancing the tango. Channeling