Filled to its rim, a glass of wine.
Bitter-sweet after taste. Drink
As accordion plays
Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si
Dance with me, dance
As wide as the sky, as long as the life...
An autumn leaf invites
To tango and to twist,
To rumba and to jazz.
Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si
Not to confuse the dance 1
With the motions, gazes, letters,
Motions, gazes, letters...
I'll paint a wonder. Perhaps, it's silly?
I'll paint a sea, a sea-ocean.
The drawing is of a morning, and as if a child,
Thirty years, and I still believe in wonders...
To turn the clock back,
And one after another, new rhythm
The Blues radio's bass will utter,
Not a minus, and not a plus,
I'm not in hurry, I'm not in a rush,
Recalling years and faces 2
How many more dreams are yet to come?
I'll paint a wonder. Perhaps, it's silly?
I'll paint a sea, a sea-ocean.
The drawing is of a morning, and as if a child,
At forty, I still believe in wonders
I neither get angry nor I argue,
I might drink myself to grave,
Or loose my mind -
Will it take time or strike at once?
I'll paint a wonder. Perhaps, it's silly?
I'll paint a sea, a sea-ocean.
The drawing is of a morning, and as if a child,
All these years, I still believe in wonders
Still believe in wonders,
Still believe in wonders...
1. lit. Not to turn upside down from legs to..2. lit. years of faces