Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter, Sue & Marc
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Reber
Composer
Rolf Zuckowski
Composer
Lyrics
The night was long, the place was wrong
And the band was out of time
Two people lost in dying dreams
Made of purple Spanish wine
Anywhere in Argentina
They found a hideaway
But they knew the dream was through
When the band would stop to play
It was the last bolero
It was the last bolero
Ooh, bolero
The last bolero
They were dancing along
The last bolero
With the feeling inside that it was wrong
The last bolero
There was nothing to say
The last bolero
The last bolero
In a world of broken memories
With nothing left to win
They were building fancy ships
That were never meant to sail
Waiting for tomorrow's wind
That should take them 'cross the sea
They were caught by yesterday
And the call that used to be
It was the last bolero
It was the last bolero
Ooh, bolero
The last bolero
They were dancing along
The last bolero
With the feeling inside that it was wrong
The last bolero
There was nothing to say
The last bolero
The last bolero
The last bolero
They were dancing along
The last bolero
With the feeling inside that it was wrong
The last bolero
There was nothing to say
The last bolero
The last bolero
The last bolero
They were dancing along
The last bolero
And they knew it was wrong
The last bolero
Written by: Peter Reber, Rolf Zuckowski
