A ride in the ice, I am old. In the bed I have room for both. Before that life does, I want to keep envy. A ride on the surface, Are we happy? The light turns off gradually. Before being in the dark I want to keep hope. And dancing again. Sailing forward. And dancing again. Send valser death In the scene. Last storm warning, Last chorus of Living without thinking overnight. Dance that turns the earth, Downhill and air anything. A last cigarette A glass of wine, Pick up the crumbs of the feast. Done before everything stops, The party to end. Dance again. Sailing forward. And dancing again. Send valser death In the scene.