I want to see you as a dancer

I want to see you as a dancer
Like the desert
Gypsy women
Whit candelabras on their heads
Or like the balineses
On their holidays
I want to see you as a dancer
Like dervishes tourneurs
Who twist around
Around their back-bones
To the sound of
Ankle bracelets of Katakali

The walls are turning
Turning all around us
As we are dancing
Dancing
The walls are turning
Turning all around us
As we are dancing

And radio Tirana's playing
Music from Balkan
For Bulgarian dancers
With bare feet
They dance on burning embers
In the oriental island
In sunny summer dance halls
Couples of old folks
Are dancing
To a rhythm in seven-eight

The walls are turning
Turning all around us
As we are dancing
Dancing
The walls are turning
Turning all around us
As we are dancing

In the rhythm of the heath
The key of old tribal magical rites
Kingdoms of the Shamans
And rebel players
On the road again
Down across the plainlands
In sunny summer dance halls
Couples of old folks
Are dancing
classical Viennese waltz