As if they were a pair that
In this sad waltz
Developed
To the sound of the mandolins
And how not,
Why not to say
That the world would breathe more
If she pressed like this?
Her lap as if
It weren't a time when
It was already improper
To dance like this
She insisted and confronted
The world
Spinning around to the sound
Of the mandolins
As if it were a home
Her body to the sad waltz
Illuminated and the night
Would walk like this
And like a pair
The wind and the late night
Illuminating the fairy
Of my bar
Waltzing
Like a child
Joining the circle
The night is coming to an end
She is waltzing
Only in the late night
Thinking she is loved
To the sound of the mandolins