In peaceful times,
All as one,
We used to dance
To reggaeton,
Beautiful ladies,
Guys, brave and bright,
Moments of joy and pure delight.
We used to dance
As if it was the last time,
But we were sober.
The flavour of youth
In our hearts and hips,
After long hours of cramming,
Reading heaps of books.
It was not for your looks I chose you
But for your approach.
A Chinese vase to you
And a trash bin to the other -
Truly, I am neither.
We keep dancing in our sleep,
We keep recalling the peaceful times.
Reggaeton
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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