Dance, dance, dance, dancer
he always spying behind a curtain
that secret love he pretends and avoids him
that escapes like smoke tiptoes
Dance, dance, dance, dancer
he always spying behind a curtain
dance, dance, dance, dance
dance, dance, dance, dancer
dancer, dancer, dancer.
He saw her growing, becoming a woman
since little studying ballet
always dreaming to be what she is
the number one while he
as stagehand following her feet
in the dark without being seen
behind the scenes appearing
they could never suspect him.
Is not that he feels he's old
that on the forties you don't have time for that
what disturbs are her sixteen years
that barrier that exists and can't see
there's no frown that makes him believe
that what he feels he can understand
there's no duplicity in his words
but there are looks that he never understands well
But what could happen has happened
that illusion comes and goes
he comes to look for her in a motorbike
he sees them going among an infernal noise
desperate he wanted to hang himself
he tied the rope and jumped from the curtain
she was dancing, she saw him landing
and went to send him candy at the hospital