I want to see you dance like desert gypsies
With candelabras above, or like the Parisians on holidays
I want to see you dance like dervish whirls that spin
On the spine to the sound of bells del catacari
And everything revolves around the room while you dance, dance
And everything revolves around the room while you dance
And radio tirana transmits Balkan music
br/>While Bulgarian dancers
Barefoot on burning braziers
In Northern Ireland, in summer festivals
The elderly people who dance to the rhythm of seven octaves
And everything spins around the room while you dance, dance
And everything revolves around the room while you dance
In the obsessive rhythm the key to tribal rites
Realms of spells and magic Rebellious gypsy musicians
In the lower Padana in summer festivals
Old people dancing, old Viennese dances