I Believe I'm a Dancer I Believe I'm a Dancer My body is thin, doubtless and firm It chooses the body in the dance, not you And my mind, my body is locked on a heavy lock But the body hears the beat, hears the taps between the ribs My body wants to dance, no matter what There the body wants to move from Sunday to Saturday I want to feel all my parts at the same time I want to dance, I'm not afraid to look weird The body wants to go to the bottom To unite into one stream I want to pour myself liters of events I want to move away from circumstances and events This body waves on the skin and launches hands No matter when, when, when My body hears the beat, feels the sound in the dance I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer My body is tired, broken from work From the last forces, your decisive breath It doesn't matter, prohibits or worries The body of reflection asked who you are Fell in search of fresh breath Is it really necessary? What did you run for? Here on the dance floor are ideas of the new day Remains of sadness and someone quietly took off I went to people to release the party My hood seemed to go to the pedal ball The body forgets non-existent problems I go to the place where we are And went to people to release the party My hood seemed to go to the pedal ball Created all the shows from the dance floors The body is shaking, Vladimir is a nightmare I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer I believe I'm a dancer Are you the music of Vladimir the Nightmare?