Dance translated by Ann Wood
Dance this life, man!It's as big as a blues anyway.
So when you go from here far away,
let the world taste the bitter ...
To be sad that he passed you,
without even greeting you with "Hello!"
God does not distribute money, love and glory.
God is a DJ, tired of immortality ...
Dance this life, my friend!
The star dance floor is yours only once.
See the moon drunk, how she stared at you ...
Come on, invite her to the dance, be a man!
The stone you keep pushing up,
It's completely absurd, but you're used to it, aren't you?
Lift it over this rotten Agora.
Throw! The show must go on!
Dance this life, man!
Give what you owe yourself.
And when Death came for dinner,
seduced her with the last tango in Paris.
Author: Ivaylo Dimanov
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-07-25 at 20:46
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