A wrinkle in the mirror,
I'm getting old.
In my bed, there's room for two.
Before life runs past,
I want to still feel desire.
A ripple on the surface,
Are we happy?
The light goes out little by little.
Before being in the dark,
I want to still feel hope.
And to dance again.
To go forth in full sail.
And to dance again.
To send death flying
Off the road.
Last storm warning,
Last chorus.
To live without thinking about the future.
To dance, and let the earth rotate,
Downhill and without any fuss.
A last cigarette,
A glass of wine,
To take the few left behind*.
To party, before everything stops,
Until the end.
And to dance again.
To go forth in full sail.
And to dance again.
To send death flying
Off the road.