In a cafe terrace painted by the vermilion sun with the fragrance of Turkish coffee the somber tango rhythm fills the air. Alone in my loneliness, if I start dancing at least my heart will take a breath of fresh air. If you're not coming tonight I wonder who I will dance with.. Silver Moon, Red Moon. You are so cold, a Shanghai Dandy. The smoke of the Gitanes is getting into my eyes........ The night makes the gypsy violin cry, a wine bottle, and two glasses, This burning passion has nowhere to go. Alone in my loneliness, if I toast to myself at least a little flame can dance in my heart. If you're not coming tonight I wonder who I will be drinking with.. Silver Moon, Red Moon. You are so cold, a Shanghai Dandy. The smoke of the Gitanes is getting into my eyes........