It is coming, the unsettled smell Who doesn't remember the great Polleros by the date? Nails on the half-light label and a whispered chat like this The women with pink lipstick, determined men The romance was beginning and the perfume she used, jasmine A pistón solo, bongos and violins Each time I feel your heart in me A pistón solo, bongos and violins Each time I feel your heart in me Love of old times, delights of the past And I miss so much the good that sleeps in me Today so many years have passed, only this love remained Today I walk side by side with the sadness, with the pain The more I look, the more I convince myself, only memories The more I look, the more I convince myself, only memories Old crazy times, thoughts, screams, heart A pistón solo, bongos and violins Each time I feel your heart in me A pistón solo, bongos and violins Each time I feel your heart in me Love of old times, delights of the past And I miss so much the good that sleeps in me Love of old times, delights of the past And I miss so much the good that sleeps in me Love of old times, delights of the past And I miss so much the good that sleeps in me