Bachata For J. Poem by Jankovic Zoran

If you ever grow old,
slow down the rhythm of life,
your spirit will remain bright.

Look up to the sky,
say: "Thank you for all
that was beautiful."

Raise your hands gently,
imagine you are young,
and dance again: Bachata.

This is your dance,
because your heart trembles,
because you live for tomorrow.

Life is not a silent river
that flows in vain forever,
sometimes it takes a strange path.

So offer it your hands,
say thanks to the new day,
and dance again: Bachata.