So dance, my dear, and let us dance,
This music's made for sweet romance.
Don't mind the crowd, don't give a glance,
Just take this fleeting, joyful chance.
We came to hear New Orleans play,
To let the rhythm light our way.
We're setting fire to the day,
And letting jazz forever stay.
No other sound can so enthrall,
Within this city's ancient wall.
These artists standing proud and tall,
Give this amazing gift to all.
Such masters of the craft you'll find,
The greatest legends of their kind.
Your feet will move, you'll leave behind
All worries that were on your mind.
This is our jazz, my love, our jazz,
A magic spell the music has.
So close your eyes, let moments pass,
These sounds will stay with us, alas.
New Orleans jazz
© Copyright: Станислав Цветаев, 2026
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