Dance, dance, Miss, in the night
in the convoy that passed through
there were so many little necklaces, shattered
by the hits
of life.
Run away from this consumed crowd,
away from the mother's cage and the whore
there is still a door leading back,
such a tiny door,
Miss.
Scream so loud, loud, loud, in this fog
which hides away your story like an old housewife
who laughs,
but keeps quiet out of modesty.
Drink rain,
drink rain, drink wine, speak bitterly
you lost what you held most dear
in your veins
because of an ass
don't worry, if I catch him I'll shoot him.
When you weep, this world holes up,
it shuts ears and doors and puts up a lock
around its arm
and it falls asleep
because to feel pain is a blizzard.
You smiled with a chapped mouth
you filled an entire evening with bullshit
this time, you say, is the last time for real
and you very nearly ended up dead!
And this morning a crazy sun has risen
and we are running away from ruin
maybe this one tear of love is enough
to fill the great desert an turn it into sea.
Dance, dance, my love, tonight
you'll see, you'll see it will pass, you'll see
you'll see, you'll see it will pass, you'll see.