Gentle and treacherous, cruel and helpless,
Like a flame and red like the dawn, devil and lamb,
sugar and salt.
To the scent of cloves, to the rhythm of shoes,
the Emperor was thinking today, and promised:
half of the kingdom for a dance1.
Salome, the night is at its end.
Salome, you look like a plant vine,
similar to a guitar for your ruler:
Salome, is dancing,
Salome, the Baptist has already been beheaded.
Salome, smile with cheerfulness.
You are whirling in a vortex, mouth like a vampire,
glowing with blood, Salome, la la la.
The night is already shorter, the Emperor is smiling,
I can live peacefully, everything can be used,
for a good state.
Maybe, he thought of an ancient saying:
"When history is formed, it doesn't weep
for heads in bowls.2"
Salome, don't dance, if you don't want to.
Salome, the guests have already left.
Only a swarm of mosquitoes drink up the drops
of wine from the cups.2
Salome, you have turned a little pale.
Salome, you have been sitting in the corner.
Your eyelids are gray, nobody is watching:
Salome, are you crying? La la la.
1. The lines are switched here so that the grammar is correct.2. a. b. Order switched again.