Be my moon, be my man, be mine
With a slow pace but without stopping
I don't want tears anymore, I don't want to cry
I think that a mambo has danced me
Be my moon, be my man, be mine
The paco is a step behind
The route must be adequate To dance stuck without stepping on us
The casino dance is not over They
close doors but they are still given
Be my moon, be my man, be mine
So that not a single more bullet falls
Neither rain reduces compliments
Sorrow bathed in pain and fright Be my moon,
be my man,
be mine
If I sing to you it is so as not to cry
The disguise is a cheap art
I want to see you without layers or rags The
casino dance is not over
And that red carpet where you wear the same poop Walking
between your legs with a golden cup
I drink the pines so that at least they know good
The casino dance is not over