|
, , , , , , , , , , , , , , - , , , - . | The Men Are Dancing The Tango The men are dancing the tango in darkness on city square, The men in black-and-white colours, all looking like charming devils, The men are dancing the tango and nights being torn to tatter By flaming passion in blood veins and life in the loins of theirs, And out of ancient pavement theyre knocking on sparkles blinking With newly steal-crowned flat heels of elegant shoes for dancing, The men are doing the tango while gypsy necklaces jingling On women whose hands are clenching, in pain their hands are clenching, A wasted effort to cover the fervent hunger for making The dancers attached to women like tethered mustangs to masters, For making this heat entangled and charmed by the skirts, all swaying The men are dancing the tango on city square in darkness. © erleben |
: |