I might be dead tomorrow
Then where would we be ?
Would  you
still
dance a tango ,
in Paris
under a full moon with me ?
Or would you watch from afar
Still
clutching the wet bedsheets
Where my stiff corpse once lay ,
soaked with you’re tears somewhere far away ?
For I am in love with you ,
where ever you are .

And if by the morning sun rising should be shot down by a star ,
Beit near  beit far ,
I will still be in  you’re loving arms where ever you are .

And if that same moon should rise again
beit the half shadow sunlight that. somewhere lies half hidden in you’re eyes ,
then a waltz we shall dance
Untill the fog has parted ,
or the roses
are red ,
and a warm comforting sunlight
arises from our bed .