Treasure Island

Gianni Pintus

(28 January 1967 / Olbia, Italy, (Island of Sardinia))

DANCING FOREVER


I've heard your cry in the dark
And I thought it will be mad.
I've accepted your request,
Because you know I am the best.

And if we get ready to our chance,
This could be done, so let's dance.
But first you must promise me you will sign,
And to sign this you must first read,
Then soon will be done and we can proceed.

Take me to the higher star that is where it will be done,
In front of mother moon your destiny will be won.
I'll let you take my soul away,
If just once you will make my day.
You can have it today in this fair lesson,
In exchange for momentary lapse of reason.

Do what you wish as I'm not scared,
Because once its sealed with a kiss,
My soul, my heart and myself will be prepared.
Yes I know I'm a man of principle and fully aware,
That you're capable of less so please grant my request.

And dance with me till we are exhaust and happy with,
I've heard you're in love with me and I'm too and I agreed.
So will take the lead and it will be it together
We will succeed against wind, snow and rain
And we will here on clouds dancing forever.

Submitted: Monday, November 10, 2008

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