Mongo SantamarĂ­a

Last Tango in Paris
We don't existWe are nothing but shadow and mistIn the mirror we look as we passNo reflection's revealed in the glassDon't you know that the blood in your vein is as lifelessas yesterday's rain?It's a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feelBut as long as we're nameless our bodies are blamelessYou cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mistTwo illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choicebut by chanceTo a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we sworewas the lastWe are shadows who danceWe don't existWe are nothing but shadow and mistIn the mirror we look as we passNo reflection's revealed in the glassDon't you know that the blood in your veinis as lifelessas yesterday's rain?It's a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feelBut as long as we're nameless our bodies are blamelessYou cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mistTwo illusions who touch in a trancemaking love notby choice but by chanceTo a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we sworewas the lastWe are shadows who danceWe are shadows who dance From Letras Mania