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I want to see you as a dancer |
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Like the desert gypsy women |
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Whit candelabras on their heads |
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Or like the balineses |
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on their holidays |
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I want to see you as a dancer |
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Like dervishes tourneurs |
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Who twist around around their back-bones |
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To the sound of ankle bracelets of Katakali |
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The walls are turning turning all around us |
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As we are dancing |
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Dancing |
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The walls are turning turning all around us |
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As we are dancing |
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And radio Tirana's playing |
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Music from Balkan |
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For Bulgarian dancers |
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With bare feet they dance on burning embers |
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In the oriental island |
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In sunny summer dance halls |
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Couples of old folks are dancing |
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To a rhythm in seven-eight |
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The walls are turning turning all around us |
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As we are dancing |
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Dancing |
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The walls are turning turning all around us |
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As we are dancing |
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In the rhythm of the heath |
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-the key |
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Of old tribal magical rites |
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Kingdoms of the Shamans |
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And rebel players on the road again |
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Down across the plainlands |
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In sunny summer dance halls |
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Couples of old folks are dancing |
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A classical Viennese waltz |
