Dance, dance, dance dancer
he always spying behind a curtain
that secret love that pretends
and that avoids him, that escapes
like smoke on tiptoe.
Dance, dance, dance dancer
he always spying behind a curtain.
Dance, dance, dance
dance, dance, dance dancer.
He saw her grow into a woman
since she was little studying ballet
always dreaming of being what she is
number one, while he
the tram rider following his feet
in the darkness without being seen
from the scenes peeking out
they could never suspect him.
Those who sense that she is in old age
and at forty, it is no longer time to
what is uncomfortable is her sixteen
that barrier that exists and I do not see.
There is no bad gesture that makes her believe
that what she feels she cannot understand
there is no duplicity in her words
but there are looks that she never interprets well.
Dance, dance, dance dancer
he always spying behind a curtain
that secret love that pretends...
Dance, dance, dance dancer
à He is always spying behind a curtain...
But what can happen happened
that the illusion goes away as it comes
on a motorcycle he comes looking for it
he sees them leaving in despair
among an infernal noise.
In desperation, she wanted to hang herself
she tied a rope to herself and jumped off the loom
she was dancing, she had to land
and went to bring him chocolates to the hospital.
Dance, dance, dance dancer
she is always spying behind a curtain...

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