A la hora de hablar de la historia del bolero, deberíamos pensar en remontarnos a la época de las conquistas donde cada invasor traía consigo sus culturas musicales que se entremezclarían con la de los criollos y los africanos. Comenzaremos desde muy lejos para relatar, desde dónde vienen los primeros compases del ritmo más romántico que existe.
Every night I live a little
But it's not the same without your smile
Every night I live a little
But the emptiness just holds me down
Every night I live a little
But I look around and try to find
Every night I live a little
But it's you I know I want so bad
Oh you stole my heart
In the shadows of the dark
Oh you stole my heart
In the shadows of the dark
Every night I live a little
But it's you I see on every turn
Every night I live a little
But I miss the touch of your soft skin
Every night I live a little
But my dreams; they flash before my eyes
Every night I live a little
But it's whispering that haunts my mind
Oh you stole my heart
In the shadows of the dark
Oh you stole my heart
In the shadows of the dark
Don't know one till it's gone
Searching for someone when they're right in front
Don't know one till it's gone
And every night I live a little
Oh you stole my heart
In the shadows of the dark
Oh you stole my heart
In the shadows of the dark
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, in my head
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
In the shadows of the dark
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, in my head
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
In the shadows of the dark