Dance with her,
tango steps,
air of defiance, push her
sigh?,
shiver on stage,
when love scratches her back.
Look more? already, under those heels
the floor made of mirrors
before she flies with the wind,
and your music has its day
And before she is tired
of this old dance
send her the signals
of new storms
And before she is tired
of all the same days
give her a duel
of knives and of daggers.
Dance with her
new flamencos
inside the garden of gimmicks...
Even the most? pure of roses
among the thorns I will flourish?.
And before I am tired
of this old dance
send her the signals
of new storms
And before that she is tired
of all the same days
give her a duel
of knives and daggers.
And before she realizes
what you are missing
give her the dance
of an immense white night.