Tango

In lights like in the feathers of a bird of paradise
Buenos Aires sleeps at night.
Eyelashes tickle my cheek
And they do something to me ...

Your brown eyes
Like a shot in the heart
He robbed me of my peace.
And the accordionist's fingers
torment their accordion.
Interlaces tango hands
And stirring up the heat in the blood
And the sounds burn the body
One premonition of love.

Bitter with orange peel
The breath of your tender lips
Dancing tango Argentina
Midnight hour for the two of us.

Larisa Rubalskaya.