Tell the morning that my dream is near
That what is awaited with patience is achieved
Nine hours to Paris I traveled without knowing it
And I crossed through Russia with a layover in your mouth
I sang your bachata here in Fukuoka
And a sunset painted the sky like canvas
I walked Momochi beach, my yearning
And a smile escaped from my soul
I sang your bachata here in Fukuoka
With your skin for warmth
To live bachata in Fukuoka
And the time came to leave and say sayonara
And a little dove perched on my window
Dreams, of sand in the waves
Kisses, your mouth gave me
Girl, singing in Fukuoka
With your skin for warmth
To live bachata in Fukuoka