Blanco y negro
In a worn out picture frame
Y en el otro lado
The date is written by your name
Monochrome
But I know those lips were red
Ribbon microphone
Early forties CBS
Film and flash and lens and light and such
Give me a photograph that I can touch
I dreamed I was Lola Beltrán
And you were Javier Solís
We were bailando
While you sang to me
While you sang to me
Round and round
Strings are in and out of tune
Real time sound
That was captured in the room
Pop and hiss, the needle in the groove
So much I miss, the record is the proof
I dreamed I was Lola Beltrán
And you were Javier Solís
We were bailando
While you sang to me
I dreamed I was Lola Beltrán
And you were Javier Solís
We were bailando
While you sang to me