Вершы: Jethro Tull. Rupi's Dance.

She dances through the flower-filled room ?
Sea-green eyes a-sparking.
Or are they blue? The message clear:
Seduce the master, winking.

Dainty feet circles inscribe
Upon the frozen parquet.
Arabesque in compound time:
Stately Pavane or Bouree.

Sultry smile, come hither gaze ?
Black hair softly shining.
Calls me up to half-lit bed.
Sweet cloud with golden lining.

Oh, so young with ageless smile ?
Born of ungodly maker
Draws me: moth to candle bright ?
Fiery pleasure-seeker.

She dances through the flower-filled room ?
Sea-green eyes a-sparking.
It?s Rupi?s dance: the message clear.
Her movement does the talking.