Danza, danza
José Carlos Santos Silva
Dance, dance
Dance, dance, maiden,
to my singing;
dance, dance gentle maiden,
to my singing.
Spin lightly, delicately to the sound,
to the sound of the waves of the sea.
Feel the vague noise
of the playful breeze
that speaks to the heart
with a languid sound,
and that invites to dance
unceasingly, unceasingly,
that invites to dance.
Dance, dance, gentle maiden,
to my singing.
