ah, she dances across the parquet floor
her dark skirt flutters
oh, she confounds my weak manly head
my arms start swinging and my forhead sweats
yea and lo, the party is over
we walk into the midsummer's blooming garden
how she looks at me and touches demandingly
it happens again in the fashion of milleniums
a womancreature
smelling of sweat
wants to reincarnate
herself
into the midst of sunflowers
we dash laughing again
over the frosty field
roll the machines of twilight
what has been before
and still isn't
on your hips swims
a sexual everyday life
no, I don't entartain false dreams
the grab of mundane life is hard on rookies
no, I won't give room for your personality
nor for a relationship based on trust
my washing agent voice, my anointed figure
you talk to fools and let me wait
but oh, when you dance across the parquet floor
Mantovani conducts the orchestra of racial memory
go ahead and sing
you don't need anyone
in someone else's ear
sing that you want