Bitter tears upon my heart,
You weep as you dance without me.
Magenta rain upon your Sweden,
Engulfing each of your scintillating drop.
You move with the very first Tango
As you long for joy to kiss your lips once more.
Your gentle heartbeats whisper to me,
Echo through seas, lands and skies;
Your warm palm glides upon my wandering soul,
From California, I dream to finish this Tango with you.
