Dancing on Pop Music by Rodica Dragomirescu - HTML preview

VII

Like a flower it’s my prayer,

Like a desert my despair,

Like the wind my deepest thought,

But still willingly I’m not

That one  I appear to be!

Teach me dancing and you’ll see

If I understood the mountains,

The river, the fall, its fountains

With sun rays that shine loud

Because they can see the sound!

You’ll see that I knew despair

But also how to repair

Things which broke, or how to heal

Wounds of emptiness I feel

When I’m not around you dancing,

Chattering or simply fancying

Life with you under the sky,

The music that makes me fly!