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The beginning is timid 
 time has not any limit. 
 magic movements are slow, 
 we dance the tango of love. 

 It's the music of feelings, 
 bliss and passion revealing, 
 dance of flight and explosion 
 of hidden love.  

 When we part it’s only for a moment 
 Dance of love will never end, be sure. 

 The beginning is timid 
 and it's not so vivid, 
 then it turns into wild 
 and grasping dance. 

 We go deep into music, 
 plunge ourselves into tango, 
 flow together in movements, 
 in the rhythms of love. 

 When we part it’s only for a moment, 
 Dance of love will never end, be sure 

 You throw down the gauntlet 
 and I gently accept it, 
 then resign or surrender 
 as I love to be flown. 

 Your glance strikes like a dagger, 
 then it looks like a beggar, 
 then it turns into covert 
 and shifts aside. 

 When we part it’s only for a moment, 
 Dance of love will never end, be sure. 

 Step.... 3 more.... and I wonder 
 if the next step is a thunder 
 or it will slightly blow 
 just like a breeze. 

 Glamour rhythms of tango, 
 languid music of passion, 
 I am out of fashion 
 and lose my head. 

 When we part it’s only for a moment, 
 Dance of love will never end, be sure. 

 Our thoughts and emotions 
 on the verge of explosion, 
 on the verge of insanity 
 of crazy love. 

 Tango waked up a volcano 
 singing songs Italiano, 
 flaming love and desire 
 of two in love. 

 When we part it’s only for a moment, 
 Dance of love will never end, be sure. 

 We dance tango of passion 
 which is out of fashion, 
 turning time to eternity 
 to the beauty of love. 

 Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

December 11 - International Day of Tango

Music for this tango was written by Polish composer Jerzy Petersburski. The original text 
tells the story of a young man who was in love. But the girl favored him over another 
man who was rich. So, the guy asked her to come for the last rendezvous on Sunday. In 
Russia this tango was very popular at the end of 1930th and the text was not 
connected with the original one. Polish tango - To ostatnia niedziela.(That last Sunday) 
Russian -  (The tiresome sun) Now I've written my words in English, 
so it's not the translation.
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