Honky-tonking and going out for the night, taking hold
of intense rhythms that fill mind and intellect into
the night, dancing and finding ways to go boogying.
Wanting to have a great time, sashaying around the
desert, playing with the total energy of what's being
assumed to be a rising star.
Music keeps playing a continuous picture of tempting
rhythms colliding with temperaments of all types and
kinds of melodies, holding on for dear life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem