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My ceiling is its floor I see it when I listen
I find it and I die
Its floor is my sky it defeats me even though I fight
Its smell of a downpour
It does not know that I exist it does not notice that I hope
A good push from destiny
Meanwhile I'm just the neighbor
She lives upstairs on the sixth floor I hear her footsteps
I'm belly up lying on the floor watching the ceiling
It looks like a bongo with its feet on the floor
With that swan routine
This is how the gossip starts
I can almost see it
I chase the on the way from the bathroom to the living room
I hear her linen blouse fall, she is already on the bed
I am in the shed dreaming about her
With the neighbor dancer
She forgot to close the curtain
The neighbor dancer
She puts on her tutu in the mirror
I stretch my neck to see her in the showcase
The neighbor dancer
She walks around my ceiling on tiptoe
And tickles it from corner to corner
Does the tenant know anything about me?
Moon eyes, mare's hair, her skin is silk
I wait for her with endless patience floating on the sidewalk
And I surf the wave that leaves behind her
Course of the Victoria Theater
I know the rest by heart
The neighbor dancer
She puts on her tutu in the mirror
I stretch my neck to see her in the showcase
The neighbor dancer
She walks around my ceiling on tiptoe
And It tickles her from corner to corner
Will the tenant know anything about me?
Tomorrow it will be the exact same odyssey
ÿ What plan will stop timid love?
Let it be what it is