The art of my dance

 

The art of my dance

The art of my foot,and the body of mine,

Will always come back,with the time and wine,

And maybe the drink,which will always be on the table with wine,

And maybe the cup,which will always get filled,by the hand of mine,

Will always come back,with the time and wine.

We are the guests in this life,with the time,

And with the limit,when our time will come,

We are the lawyers of the God,and the peejudices,

When we are away from the life and wine,

Because we are drinking,we are just praying,for something good either bad,

But when we doesn't get it,we became a devils,of our own lifes,because the cup of the wine,

We are the guests of the temple we live in,

Because of the mixed places,of the paths we are in in this life

Because of the wine we don't even drink,because we do not love it,

And when our guests are getting to be multiplied,because of the numerous cups on our tables.

We will always remember the topic of our speech,as cheers for our guests,

Because it was with the limit,

With the limit in this life,

Who will get multiplied in order to fill it,

Who come again,in order to see it,

The color of that wine,and smell of it,

Our guests got scared,our thirst got satisfied,

And our hands just felt it,the way it did got cold,

And the speech for our guests,was for one night only,

And like the night in our life,life also has its limit,

Because the filled cup on our table,one day will end because it got drunk,by the guest of it.