Shall we trance or leap or whatever may be?
To this tune or rhyme, whatever they sing
Brace my waist, my hand, hold me close to thee
Close your eyes, be lost in the piano string.
This an art endeared by all but me
Let our eyes, our breath, do the salient thing
Whilst our minds and veins, work the oddest part.
We flirt as we dance, this is not a sin
Sometimes in our chest, we feel strong as that.
Sweet music man, please do play us your band
Our feet are snapping as if we're under wand
Move your feet back and forth, toss left and right
Think of me sweet and sore, as Tango's rite
Beam aloft the room shall walk through your fright
Takes two to Tango, oft has it been told
Read my mind so well, as if tas been sold.
Sweet Tango dance, may you live and be old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem