Noche de Discoteque
José Madero
Night at the Disco
The exact time has come when you start to lose her
You clench your jaw, you feel like drinking more
You order another drink and think you see her dancing
It's been a couple of weeks since you've seen her everywhere
That music sings to you
That rhythm she dances for you
You dreamed yesterday
It hurts from head to toe
With a cruel smile, she turns to look at you
You remember her honey taste
Damn sweat, a little more alcohol
Courage is necessary, because it will get worse
This is getting even worse
That black dress she only wore for you
The one that made everyone fall like dominoes
That sweet perfume that filled your room
Both wear them today, both wear them today
She greets you a bit coldly
Out of mere courtesy
And there you go after her
It hurts from head to toe
Seeing her is like tasting cilantro and honey
Harmful cocktail
Oh, no, please, not that song
Waiter, a little more alcohol
Because it will get worse, this is getting even worse
You watch her escape
She sees you and looks back
You follow them no matter
That what you see tears you in half
From head to toe
Seeing her is like tasting cilantro and honey
Harmful cocktail
Oh, no, please, not that song
Waiter, a little more alcohol
Or it will get worse, this is getting even worse
