I will dance and it will make
The world rise from the dead beneath my feet
I will wave the threads of sand

That will fall on my breasts
When i finnish my dance


And when the breasts will set the rhythm
My feet will worship the death of the floor
I will announce the birth of the king

Naked among the empty plate's splendour

The laughter will return

When the green walls reflected
Broken glass can be burned


I will dance and it will make
The world rise from the dead beneath my feet
I will wave the threads of sand

That will fall on my breasts
When i finnish my dance


The laughter will return
When the green walls reflected
Broken glass can be burned