El Firulete
Julio Sosa
The Spinning Top
Who was the strange creature?
What did he tell you, kid?
The time for fancy footwork has passed
No matter how much the meringues snore
And the congas
It's always good weather
For the milonga
Just leave it alone
That some guy talks nonsense
And shake your little flourish
This arabesque that in the soul
The milonga embroidered us
It's the Creole rhythm and that's it
But listen, look closely
Pay close attention to it
And now I'll see if there's anything like it
To this beat, swagger
Beat it, for God's sake, if this rhythm
Repicadito y dulzón
It doesn't fizz on your skin
And it makes you more loving
But listen, look closely
Pay close attention to it
And now beat if this beat
It's not a bursting carnation
It's the carnation, it's the balcony
It's the situation, the slums
The alley and it's the crazy fancy
From some old crush
Just leave it alone
That some guy talks nonsense
And shake your little flourish
This arabesque that in the soul
The milonga embroidered us
It's the Creole rhythm and that's it
