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Description
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Chris Jeday
Mixing Engineer: Hit Factory
Composer Lyricist: Ramón Luis Ayala
Lyrics and translation
Original
Siempre tuve los dos pies izquierdos y nunca he sido bueno para improvisar.
Siempre descolocado y a destiempo.
-Nunca aprendí a seguir bien el compás.
-Mi mano tomaste, lento te acercaste y en mi oído empezaste a contar.
Yo y mis pasos torpes, tu gracia y tu porte de momento empezaron a encajar.
Y ahora no bailo tan mal el vaivén de la vida.
Y ya no he vuelto a pisarte los pies si me giras.
Si mi corazón pierde el ritmo y se mira, yo siempre vuelvo a encontrar el vaivén cada vez.
Cada vez que me miras, ah, ah.
Cada vez que me miras, mmm, mmm.
Últimamente me hallo ensayando la coreografía para sacarte un día en la cocina y romper un poco la rutina.
Mira cómo suavizaste mis esquinas.
Y mi mano tomaste y lento te acercaste y en mi oído empezaste a contar.
Y en mis pasos torpes, tu gracia y tu porte de momento empezaron a encajar.
Y ahora no bailo tan mal el vaivén de la vida.
Y ya no he vuelto a pisarte los pies si me giras.
Si mi corazón pierde el ritmo y se mira, yo siempre vuelvo a encontrar el vaivén cada vez. Cada vez que me miras, ah, ah.
Cada vez que me miras, ah, ah.
English translation
I've always had two left feet and I've never been good at improvising.
Always out of place and at the wrong time.
-I never learned to follow the beat well.
-You took my hand, slowly you approached and in my ear you began to count.
Me and my clumsy steps, your grace and your bearing for the moment began to fit.
And now I don't dance the swing of life so badly.
And I have never stepped on your feet again if you turn me around.
If my heart loses its rhythm and I look at it, I always find the swing again every time.
Every time you look at me, ah, ah.
Every time you look at me, mmm, mmm.
Lately I have been rehearsing the choreography to take you out for a day in the kitchen and break the routine a little.
Look how you smoothed out my corners.
And you took my hand and slowly you approached and in my ear you began to count.
And in my clumsy steps, your grace and your bearing for the moment began to fit.
And now I don't dance the swing of life so badly.
And I have never stepped on your feet again if you turn me around.
If my heart loses its rhythm and I look at it, I always find the swing again every time. Every time you look at me, ah, ah.
Every time you look at me, ah, ah.