BAILAOR...CARLOS CARBONELL, con toda el alma... BAILAOR ... CARLOS CARBONELL, with all my heart ....
noche de luna azul y ella llora en la calle porque baila Carlos Carbonell, y ella baila en el mar , sola , ÉL baila, solo , pa dentro , y ya vuela , y corre , cerca muy cerca el mar y cuando la luna canta por bulerías , las olas tienen envidia porque en el acantilado baila el maestro y el baile se hace eterno, y hasta los poros se rompen con su taconeo, mas jondo , mas lejos, mas ÉL...
blue moon night and she cries in the street because Carlos Carbonel dances and she dances at sea, alone, he dances alone, pa inside, and already flies, and runs near the sea and close when the moon sings bulerías, the waves are jealous because the cliff dancing and dance teacher becomes eternal, and the pores are broken up with his footwork, more flamenco, further, hE .
blue moon night and she cries in the street because Carlos Carbonel dances and she dances at sea, alone, he dances alone, pa inside, and already flies, and runs near the sea and close when the moon sings bulerías, the waves are jealous because the cliff dancing and dance teacher becomes eternal, and the pores are broken up with his footwork, more flamenco, further, hE .
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