Sometimes it seems like
I am flamenco dancer,
Smashing my heart
With fast-steps to the ground.
But when going back
I hear lady's voice singin'
"O sole mio"
Right behind the wall.
I hope it is you -
The girl from the bus,
With motley pants
And the smile of the sun.
Yeah, I'm still running my fingers
Through your invitive breast,
I never thought so easy
To find my peaceful place -
Nights filled up with malaga,
Sardana dancing throughout,
Talks 'bout nothing
Under starlit sky.
But your hugs are so fettering,
They're pulling freedom out,
So I break out like wild cat
Heading for rocks to climb.
Lonely flamenco footsteps
Echo across empty space,
Never-ending rhythm
Instead of embrace
Tic toc toc
Tic toc toc
Tic
Май 2014, Льорет-де-Мар/Вильнюс
Flamenco dancer
© Copyright: Томас Макарскас, 2014
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