| I want to see you as a dancer
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| Like the desert gypsy women
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| Whit candelabras on their heads
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| Or like the balineses
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| On their holidays
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| I want to see you as a dancer
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| Like dervishes tourneurs
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| Who twist around around their back-bones
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| To the sound of ankle bracelets of Katakali
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| The walls are turning turning all around us
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| As we are dancing
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| Dancing
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| The walls are turning turning all around us
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| As we are dancing
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| And radio Tirana’s playing
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| Music from Balkan
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| For Bulgarian dancers
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| With bare feet they dance on burning embers
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| In the oriental island
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| In sunny summer dance halls
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| Couples of old folks are dancing
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| To a rhythm in seven-eight
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| The walls are turning turning all around us
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| As we are dancing
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| Dancing
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| The walls are turning turning all around us
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| As we are dancing
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| In the rhythm of the heath
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| -the key
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| Of old tribal magical rites
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| Kingdoms of the Shamans
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| And rebel players on the road again
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| Down across the plainlands
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| In sunny summer dance halls
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| Couples of old folks are dancing
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| A classical Viennese waltz |