Every time I'm in the street
And with all my tears I resist
Every time I dance with you
Our perfumes don't mix
Every time you're in my memory
And I call on the pleasure of the night
When I become very gentle
My hips will dance in your arms
Your soul and your eyes are for me
Every time I think of the past
You already show up in the archived files
Every time I think of the present
And I become totally yours, softly
Every time I think of the future
And you vanish really fast
And I lose my mind over it
I feel the passion inside me
My hips will dance in your arms
Your soul and your eyes are for me
My hips will dance in your arms
Your soul and your eyes are for me
Follow my steps, follow my steps