The beginning is timid,

Time has got no limit,

Magic movements are slow,

We dance the tango of love.

 

 

It’s the music you feel,

Bliss and passion reveal,

Dance of flight and dove.

Dance of hidden love.

 

 

The beginning is timid

And is not so vivid,

Then it turns into a wild

And grasping dance.

 

 

We go deep into music.

We go deep 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 a covert

And suddenly looks aside.

 

 

Glamour rhythms of tango,

Languid music of passion,

I am out of fashion

And lose my head.

 

 

Our love and emotions

On the verge of explosion,

On the verge of insanity,

And of crazy love.

 

 

We danced the tango of passion,

Which is out of fashion,

We turned time to eternity,

To the beauty of love.

 

 

Larisa Rzhepishevska