Idioma Origen:
Isadore dance, we are entranced
Billowing sleeves, in the breeze
Her heart's so soft, the willow weeps
To dance is to live, to love is to give
Beneath a vine of ivy leaves
Isadora sleeps
Around the world, she follows love
Tarnesian sands, get up and dance
Down in the sun, her burning flame
To dance is to live, there is no shame
Beneath a vine of ivy leaves
Isadora sleeps
Isadora danced, we are entranced
Billowing sleeves in the breeze
Her heart's so soft, the willow weeps
To dance is to live, to love is to give
Beneath a vine of ivy leaves
Isadora sleeps
Idioma Destino:
Isadore dance, we are entranced
Billowing sleeves, in the breeze
Her heart's so soft, the willow weeps
To dance is to live, to love is to give
Beneath a vine of ivy leaves
Isadora sleeps
Around the world, she follows love
Tarnesian sands, get up and dance
Down in the sun, her burning flame
To dance is to live, there is no shame
Beneath a vine of ivy leaves
Isadora sleeps
Isadora danced, we are entranced
Billowing sleeves in the breeze
Her heart's so soft, the willow weeps
To dance is to live, to love is to give
Beneath a vine of ivy leaves
Isadora sleeps