That is singular dance for the one, that’s my life in this tango
I don’t see where I step but I’m coming near to the edge
There is melody playing the piano with someone’s white fingers
And a silhouettes burned time ago looks like dancers on stage
That’s a singular dance for the one, unaccountable rhythm
I am choking a fire on the cigarette, touching the hand lines
I would like to blow up all these slumbery faces around me
They don’t give me a breath in this labyrinth of dour confines
Look at porcelain similar faces with indifferent smiles
I don’t hear even word from their lips but the pulse beating cruelly
In my chest there’s a dynamite, danger for fire and sparkling
And because of all these I never ever will touch you
That’s a singular dance for the one they will not understand it
Just living and killing and dying will better for lonely
For the one in whose heart there is savage passion of whirlwind
Candlelight is burned out. Pulse forever stopped. Arrivederci.
