In the heat of the moment, when the sun sinks low,
The rhythm starts to beckon, let the good times flow.
With smooth timbales calling, we gather round the fire,
Spicy horns are blowing, taking us higher.
Dancing under moonlight, with hearts that intertwine,
Rhythmic guitar strumming, love that feels divine.
Dynamic percussion echoes, it's a festival of souls,
Tropical beats surrounding, sets our spirits whole.
Feel the joyful energy, it sweeps us off our feet,
Every sway and twirl ignites the summer heat.
With a Latin flair igniting, each moment holds its sway,
We'll chase away the shadows, and dance the night away.
Around us laughter lingers, spreading warmth and light,
The music wraps its arms around us, holding tight.
Every glance and every smile, telling tales unspoken,
In this beautiful togetherness, our hearts remain unbroken.
So let the night be timeless, let the rhythm set us free,
With smooth timbales playing, we become the melody.
And as the dawn approaches, let’s capture every spark,
In the memory of this moment, we’ll keep it in our hearts.
Tonight we'll dance forever, under stars that shine so bright,
With smooth timbales in the night, we'll find our pure delight.
Latin
Smooth timbales, spicy horns, rhythmic guitar, dynamic percussion, tropical beats, joyful energy, Latin flair