The beginning is timid,

time has not any limit,

magic movements are slow,

we dance the tango of love.

            It’s the music of feelings,

            bliss and passion revealing,

            dance of flight and explosion

            of hidden love.

The beginning is timid

and is not so vivid,

then it turns into wild

and grasping dance.

            We go deep into music.

             plunge ourselves into tango,

             flow together in movements,

             in the rhythms of love.

You throw down the gauntlet

and I gently accept it,

then resign or surrender

as I love to be flown.

              Your glance strikes like a dagger,

              then it looks like a beggar,

              then it turns into covert

              and looks aside.

Step, three more…and I wonder

if the next step a thunder

or it will slightly blow

just like a breeze.

              Glamour rhythms of tango,

              languid music of passion,

              I am out of fashion

              and lose my head.

Our thoughts and emotions

on the verge of explosion,

on the verge of insanity

of crazy love.

              We danced tango of passion,

              Which is out of fashion,

              We turned time to eternity,

              To the beauty of love.

 

              Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)