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
With your skin for warmth
To live bachata in Fukuoka