The night is short and not enough to dance
your lips on my lips and golden
dancing again I ask ...
If
a dream that shadow that makes me delirious
your body in my shadow
your taste of salt
opens new morning
in dreamless eyes as the golden
dancing is a macabre idea
the few times you can escape
And if it is a dreams that shadow?
that makes me delirious
your lips on my mouth and your taste
your lips on my mouth and your taste