The old waiter sits down for a few moments,
smiles,
gets up,
And my father,
a desire,
takes my mother's hand
And tells him, like the first morning,
Come dance,
my love, come dance,
Come dance,
we are the last ones.
No matter the shoes you took off,
The earth is still under our feet.
Come dance,
my love, come dance,
The room is all ours,
and we are a little crazy.
The old waiter apologizes,
comes back on his feet,
And he stays there,
without reason or why,
He just wants to admire his lovers,
Who turn around a time that does not reach them.
Around them,
the mirrors
multiply in their game,
Their story of a thousand reflections of fire.
Come dance,
my love, come dance,
Come dance,
we are the last ones.
No matter the shoes you took off,
The earth is still under our feet.
To rock our years.
Because beyond the shadows,
there is only the air left,
That this astonishment, so great,
of being so close,
Come dance,
my love, come dance,
Let's dance our memories,
for the days to come.
La la di da da da,
la la la la la,
The mirrors have never seen love so close.