Dancing

Dancing

Dance, dance,
your heart is dancing,
your hair is dancing,
your eyes are dancing,
and I,
I hold you in my arms,
my dancer,
with you scent of honey and lemon.
The music is ours,
dance, dance,
the rhythm is carrying us
with its arms
of love and tango.
Cheers to Carlos Gardel
and his sonorous songs.
With the bandeon of passion and dreams.
Signals of joy,
signals of vivid music
in the nights of tango.
Teach us to fly,
like birds without destination,
flying at unrestrained beat,
in the whirl of the night.
We love the music,
stars of the heart,
tango of dreams,
nightly desire,
and between lovers,
wellknown songs.
Nights of tango,
nights of hearts,
give our love the wings,
soft wings of joy.
The tango is ours,
dance  my  heart, dance.
Let the nights shudder,
dancing,
singing
and let us enjoy the madness of tango.

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