A day will come, our bodies hunched
The parchments on our faces
Those that tell of the past life
All the successes and the shipwrecks
And our hands that tremble in the wind
Like light-footed biguines
Will continue to beat time
Under dressed-up suns

A day will come, we'll be old bones
Begonias on the balcony
A little air of calypso
Sepia photo in the living room
Despite life, the time passed
Despite the tired youth
No one will be able to prevent
Our worn bodies from swaying

Swaying, Swaying
Swaying, Swaying
Swaying, Swaying

Before spring turns into autumn
Before we drift away from the shore
We'll scratch from the gramophone
Some Caribbean tunes
We'll exhaust ourselves on the dance floor
In small, economical steps
As long as the blind is raised
Our hearts will be metronomes

They come back to me, the crazy years
When we only died of laughter
Oh, remember the Malecón
The lapping of our memories
A day will come, this tune
When my voice will have flown away
I beg you in memory of it
To continue to sway

Swaying, Swaying
Swaying, Swaying
Swaying, Swaying

Oh, make me spin under my steps
The years slip by, you and me
Until the end of love, we can
Sway, sway, sway

Oh, make me spin under my steps
The years slip by, you and me
Until the end of love, we can
Sway, sway, sway

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