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I want to see you as a dancerLike the desert gypsy womenWhit candelabras on their headsOr like the balineseson their holidaysI want to see you as a dancerLike dervishes tourneursWho twist around around their back-bonesTo the sound of ankle bracelets of KatakaliThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingDancingThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingAnd radio Tirana's playingMusic fro BalkanFor Bulgarian dancersWith bare feet they dance on burning embersIn the oriental islandIn sunny summer dance hallsCouples of old folks are dancingTo a rhythm in seven-eightThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingDancingThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingIn the rhythm of the heath-the keyOf old tribal magical ritesKingdoms of the ShamansAnd rebel players on the road againDown across the plainlandsIn sunny summer dance hallsCouples of old folks are dancingA classical Viennese waltz
I want to see you as a dancerLike the desert gypsy womenWhit candelabras on their headsOr like the balineseson their holidaysI want to see you as a dancerLike dervishes tourneursWho twist around around their back-bonesTo the sound of ankle bracelets of KatakaliThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingDancingThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingAnd radio Tirana's playingMusic fro BalkanFor Bulgarian dancersWith bare feet they dance on burning embersIn the oriental islandIn sunny summer dance hallsCouples of old folks are dancingTo a rhythm in seven-eightThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingDancingThe walls are turning turning all around usAs we are dancingIn the rhythm of the heath-the keyOf old tribal magical ritesKingdoms of the ShamansAnd rebel players on the road againDown across the plainlandsIn sunny summer dance hallsCouples of old folks are dancingA classical Viennese waltz