Conga Pasajera
Yusa
Passing Conga
Everything that happens
Touches my nose
As if it were a passing thing
(butterfly that flew dressed in honey over the tide)
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Far from here wander the sorrows
Trying to find you in the dark
That noise is heard
It could be the carnival
Go
Let your feet mark the conga
And there will be no stone if the earth
Sings
If you have the need
To be happy and whoever listens to you
Change
That life can be better if it is love
That prevails and
Commands
All your dreams to fly and you will see that joy
Jumps
Far from here wander the sorrows
Trying to find you in the dark
That noise is heard
It could be the carnival
