Testo Dark Eyes

Captured by your dark eyes and the way you dance A rose that's grown in empty years awaits it's slipping chance Your love is searching, cold as stone For fourteen summers long And fourteen winters cold as steel Have sung your lonely song. Captured by your dark eyes And the way you dance Deep passion forged of melting iron awaits it's slipping chance Slow turns the tune that plays our part And ends on empty floor Cold winter winds await us both outside this dance-hall floor. Dance with me Dance with me Turn the bitter wind Leave at last the barren ground That we now both live in.