The moment is red
Like wine
Of the carmine mouth.

The blood boils
Like the wine
That gets off burning
[in desire]

The tango heats
Like the warm
Of avid lips
Of wine
Of kisses
Of love.

The tango rounds
The hot head
The wine boils
The red mouth...

The chest bursts
The thoughts reach
Love flows
In the red glass
Of your eyes...
The wine
The kiss
the tango...

the moment is carmine
the glass is bloody
the wine is madness
the tango is desire.

The red mouth
The glass rounds
Love madness
The wine excites.

I'm the stranger
I better know
With no middle, no end

I'm my own recommence.