Dance of the gods
Lazy butts
Bunches of grapes in curly hair
Rhythms and sounds
Falling stars
Venus drinks another glass of degenerate wine
Beautiful, drunk, the only one in the world
She has a poisonous soul inside a perfect body
She laughs in the voice of a bell that has cracked
From years of cigarettes, nights of suffocation
A mortal will not understand a dance with no rest
The gods are celebrating but Venus is crying
The dance of the gods...