El Choclo by Helmut Lotti

I hear the music in the streets of Buenos Aires
and I go down the road to find where people play it.
When I arrive I see the lovers dance a tango
And what I never heard before, their bodies say it.

I feel the music and I see the lovely lady
the kind of beauty that can make a man go crazy.

she´s dancing all her cares away
she´ll dance forever and a day
for every tango tells the story of her soul
Because the tango, it moves like burning fire
it shows the secret passion, the power of desire
and when she dances it will always take her higher
the tango rythm is the rythm of her heart
I want to tango, the dance of fire
to feel the beating of the heart of argentina
I have to dance with that senorita
I want to tango, tango argentino
one single tango with the lovely senorita
a souvenir of argentina in my heart

I feel the music and I see the lovely lady
the kind of beauty that can make a man go crazy.

she´s dancing all her cares away
she´ll dance forever and a day
for every tango tells the story of her soul
Because the tango, it moves like burning fire
it shows the secret passion, the power of desire
and when she dances it will always take her higher
the tango rythm is the rythm of her heart
I want to tango, the dance of fire
to feel the beating of the heart of argentina
I have to dance with that senorita
I want to tango, tango argentino
one single tango with the lovely senorita
a souvenir of argentina in my heart