Refrão de Bolero

I said: No way
Now I regret it, biting my nails
Fragile witnesses of an unforgivable crime
But I spoke without thinking

Heart in hand like the chorus of a bolero
I was sincere like one cannot be
An error so vulgar
Haunts us the whole night
And when the drinking ends
It manages to find us
In a bar

With cheap wine
A cigarette in the ashtray
And a drunken face
In the bathroom mirror

Ana, your lips are mazes
Ana, attracting my most mischievous instincts
Your always distant gaze always deceives me

I said: No way
Now I regret it, biting my nails
Fragile witnesses of an unforgivable crime
But I spoke without thinking

Heart in hand like the chorus of a bolero
I was sincere like one cannot be
An error so vulgar
Haunts us the whole night
And when the drinking ends
It manages to find us
In a bar

Ana, your lips are mazes
Ana, I follow your trail every day of the week
I always enter your gypsy dance

Ana, your lips are mazes
Ana, attracting my most mischievous instincts
And your always distant gaze always deceives me
I follow your trail every day of the week

Every day, every day
Of the week

I follow your trail every day of the week
Ana!
What I said was without thinking
It was without thinking!