En un Solo Dia
Grupo Negros
In Just One Day
Sitting on the bench of that old bar,
I timidly invited her to dance and you,
smiling at me accepting me eh, eh.
We danced bachata, merengue, bolero, speaking softly,
colliding bodies and cupid shooting me eh, eh.
The party ends, each to their own home,
I go with your face stuck in my soul
and without knowing you well, I already start to miss you a, a, ah.
It seems that I, I get used to you
in just one day that I'm missing you
as if I had known you for years,
it seems that in just one dance I gave you my life
it seems that the feeling overcame the rules there were.
We danced bachata, merengue, bolero.......
The party ends, each to their own home
I go with your face stuck in my soul........
It seems that I get used to
you in just one day...................(repeat).
