Who, upon hearing the first bars of the waltz, has not had the intention of dancing? If it even seems that the world, in its eternal spinning, will turn to the bar of some waltz, if you have dreamed in your arms to be able to listen to that blonde who loves to look, together, very together, the two of them will be, if they follow the rhythm of the bar, to dream, to let yourself be swept away, to say to the ear words so sweet that invite to love, to dream, following the beat, closing the eyes, very close to the mouth, the dream of the bar, to feel that a perfume of love imprisons us, that an angel with a voice of heaven steals us from God, to dream, following the beat, that everything is different if you give your soul to the rhythm of the bar. To feel that a perfume of love imprisons us, that an angel with a voice of heaven steals us from God, to dream, following the beat, that everything is different if you give your soul to the rhythm of the bar.