It will shake
The whole stage,
It will be dyed
A panic color,
It will unleash
A torrid rhythm,
And it will throw
The dance of vanity
You will look at yourself
In a cloudy glass,
You will scratch yourself
In an intimate gesture,
You will like yourself
Up to a certain point but,
/>It will resume
The dance of vanity
The hands
Where I put my hands but
Smile
Where I put my smile but
If anyone will care
/>Ba da ba di
Di da du du da
Da du du da du da
The hands
Where do I put my hands but
I smile
Where I put on a smile but
If anyone is interested
He will humiliate himself
In a timid gesture,
He will scratch himself
A torrid itch,
He will look at himself
In the mirror panic,
And it will close
The dance of vanity

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS