Yo Quiero Verte Danzar

I want to see you dance like the gypsies of the desert
With candelabras on top
Or like the Barineses on feast days
I want to see you dance like spinning dervishes
Turning on the spine to the sound of the catacari's bells
And everything revolves around the room while dancing, dancing
And everything revolves around the room while dancing
And Radio Tirana broadcasts Balkan music
While Bulgarian dancers

Barefoot on burning braziers
In Northern Ireland, at summer festivals
The elderly people dancing to the rhythm of seven octaves
And everything revolves around the room while dancing, dancing
And everything revolves around the room while dancing
In the obsessive rhythm, the key to tribal rites
Realms of spells and rebellious gypsy musicians
In the Po Valley at summer festivals
The elderly people dancing, old Viennese dances