Zamba de La Bailarina

I want to dance the zamba
with the handkerchief I stole from you
and walk behind your skirt
all night looking for you.

That you have your petticoats
that when I dance close to you
I feel as if
something strange is walking inside me.

Midnight sounds
a guitar and a bandoneon
you would see how it beats
in the zamba my heart.

I want to look into your eyes
feel your soft voice up close
and taste your mouth
that provokes something in me.

Every time I ask you
to dance one more time*
it's because I know, charmingly
that by your gracefulness you make me fall in love.

*a little more