Mind awakening in depths of another dimension, charging self
through rapid rhythms as they do-si-do throughout the night,
picking up beats with a mind filled with an intense purpose.
One that must be taken care of no matter what else should
conspire, lifting hearts into another space in time, desires
slowly building and increasing towards passion.
A passion that cannot be denied and would never be denied be-
cause of the principle of love, rising and falling on waves
of rhythm as they take us calmly and securely into one another.
A circle of rhythms that keep taunting all of us here tonight,
a great and wonderful landscape being painted through music of
Cold Front Band tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem