Ha de ser el jazz, must be the jazz, quien da vida nuevamente a mis dedos.
Must be the jazz, I bet. No wonder I'm in the mood to write again, to get back on top of the horse and ride.
Feels good, feels liberating to be able to type, to shake my head to the music, to fill these white pages with some meaningless words.
Must be the jazz, I'm sure, quien me hace volver a este rincón abandonado,
Must be the jazz, yes way, which makes this Western night a peaceful one.
Ha de ser el jazz, quien me hace sentir en New York, walking down the streets kissing in every corner.
Must be the jazz, must be.