3. Dancing in the Burning Mirror (9:14)
Before the mirror, I start a dance with myself.
 My thoughts in the mirror flow endlessly like a heart,
 My eyes, like my emotions flow fiercely.

 Look at the mirror.
 Before the mirror, I start a dance with myself.
 He knows what I see, he feels what I hear.
 Like a seabird with spread wings flying to-wards the horizon,
 Dependiing on nothing else, only dancing alone.

 Dancer:
 The moon rises over the mirror.
 My shadow grows depper. Heavy droplets
 Of sweat bury under my shadow.
 Under the moon,
 I hold my breath, listening carefully to someone else's.
 Listen to his sounds, feel his breath.
 Never seen before, his dance portrays nothing.
 His dance born alone, exists alone, is eternal
 The moon rises over the mirror.
 My shadow grows depper. Heavy droplets
 Of sweat bury under my shadow.

 Mirror:
 The reflection of the moon in the mirror.
 His shadow in the mirror disappears.
 Droplets of sweat shimmer with the moon.
 Point and flex, his steps bid farewell to mother earth,
 As light as a feather, the motion
 Of his hands greet an infinite space
 On the ground, beads
 Of sweat change into chatoyant gems, dazzling all.
 His wind-blownhair [bad word] melodious waves
 And croon bewitchingly.
 His dance, born alone, exists alone, is eternal.

 His dance is not simply transformation
 or selection of life.
 It is life itself.
 And it takes the life from me.
 It takes my tears and anguish into itself.
 It takes all my times and memories into itself.
 The flames burn up over the mirror
 And his dance moves more beautifully. It burns, it burns.
 His dance burns like the eternally burning flames.
 it burns infinitely like the shaking fire.

 My hands follow his hands,
 My eyes follow his eyes to listen to his breath,
 To be [bad word] with his gestures,
 I walk towards him.
 To receive his dance, I walk into the mirror.

 The dance in the mirror,
 When me and the flames [bad word] one,
 My soul, it returns.

 Dancing a dance,
 Til The moment the body wilts and fades away,
 I'll dance until the last drops of sweat fall down.

 The dance in the mirror,
 When me and flames [bad word] one, my soul,
 It returns.