My love is an unhealed wound, where only balletomanes spit,
They call and come, some with flowers, some with hands, and from insomnia I have curses under my eyes,
So that life doesn’t seem like raspberries, so that you lose peace forever,
I fell in love with a ba-ba-ba-ba-ballerina and at least someone would say, “Wait.”
And ballet, well, ballet, is here today and gone tomorrow.
And ballet, opera-ballet, is here today and gone tomorrow.
Seeing her is always a great gift for me, she dances around the globe all year long.
For conversations with her, I then pay the bill; for this money I could have bought a Toyota a long time ago.
So that life doesn’t seem like raspberries, so that you lose peace forever,
I fell in love with a ba-ba-ba-ba-ballerina and at least someone would say, “Wait.”
And ballet, well, ballet, is here today and gone tomorrow.
And ballet, opera-ballet, is here today, and tomorrow...
So that life doesn’t seem like raspberries, so that you lose peace forever,
I fell in love with a ba-ba-ba-ba-ballerina and at least someone would say, “Wait.”
And ballet, well, ballet, is here today and gone tomorrow.
And ballet, opera-ballet, is here today and gone tomorrow.
And ballet, well, ballet, is here today and gone tomorrow.
And ballet, opera-ballet, is here today, and tomorrow...
