Dancing in the wind made you the crowd gather and whisper,
That im their real Thriller,
Im not Invincible nor Dangerous nor BAD,
If that’s what you think I am its gonna make me sad.
There can’t be Blood on the dance floor as I twist as a whirlpool,
As you open the door you witness me with my mike supercool and make many drool,
As I turn Off the wall I continue to sing I turn the pages to see..i just saw 50 years pass by
I try making a last impact alas my clock stops and I don’t want to stop suddenly
I wipe my tears and I took a last glimpse at my world..i just can’t Beat it…
and I try to wave before I turn History..I don’t wanna leave, do I really need to?
Alas, the clouds make way and I slowly moonwalk into it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem