Cul de Sac

And from Paris comes a new rhythm
That everyone is already dancing
Modern, syncopated
And that never goes wrong
From France to Argentina
From the Seine to the Paraná: Dead End

Dead End, dead end
Dead End
Ooooooh dead end

Almost all bohemians dance it
And jazz musicians
Grey-haired with a t-shirt
And an intellectual look
Europe is on fire
With this novelty: Dead End

Dead End, dead end
Dead End
Ooooooh dead end

You have to snap your fingers like this
Marking the beat
Two steps forward
And a jump back
And now the whole body
Moves non-stop: Dead End

Dead End, dead end
Dead End
Ooooooh dead end