🎵 Lyrics
Sun on the rooftops, shoes on the run, Laughin’ through Dublin like the day’s just begun. Skipping the corners, breathless and free, Chasin’ the sound of who we might be. Then from the square came a shimmer of sound, Guitars talkin’ sweet, hips movin’ round. Words we don’t know but they feel just right, Spanish spillin’ into the light. “What kind of music makes the street behave?” We asked with smiles and courage brave. She laughed and said, “Come closer, see— This is bachata, dance with me!” Step to the left, step close and slow, Turn your heart and let your body go! Bachata beats on Dublin stone, Now this square don’t feel like home alone! Spin and laugh, don’t overthink— Feel the rhythm before you blink! She showed us steps with a flick and sway, Countin’ the rhythm in a gentle way. Feet were clumsy, timing late, But joy don’t care if you’re first-rate. One by one they gathered ‘round, Drawn by the smiles, drawn by the sound. Old lads, kids, a couple or two, Movin’ like they always knew. Step to the left, step close and slow, Turn your heart and let your body go! Bachata beats on Dublin stone, Now this square don’t feel like home alone! Spin and laugh, don’t overthink— Feel the rhythm before you blink! “Like this?” — Sí, así! “Too fast?” — Déjate ir! Hands up high, feel that cheer— Bachata found a home right here! Step to the left, step close and slow, Half the square don’t want to go! Spanish words and Irish cheer, Bachata brought the whole town near! Dance till sunset, dance till night— Dublin learned bachata right!