Bamboleo
That love arrives this way, this way.
It’s not its fault.
A horse that dances in vain.
Because its so very scorned
that’s why it won’t forgive your crying.
That kind of love arrive this way.
It’s not its fault.
Love for sale.
Love from in the past.
Bembele, bembele, bembele,
Bem, bembele, bembele
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Bamboleo, bambolea
Because in my life. I prefer to live it that way.
Bamboleo, bambolea
Because in my life. I prefer to live it that way.
You are unforgivable
You are my life, the fate of destiny,
in the destiny of abandonment.
Still the same as yesterday,
I am just the same.
I can’t find you, in abandonment
It’s impossible, I really can’t find you.
That’s why one day I can’t tell if for nothing
The same as yesterday,
I’m thinking of you.
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Bamboleo, bambolea
Because in my life. I prefer to live it that way.
Bamboleo, bambolea
Because in my life. I prefer to live it that way.
Bamboleo, bambolea
Because in my life. I prefer to live it that way.
Bamboleo, bambolea
Because in my life. I prefer to live it that way.