One, two. One, two. Left, right, left. Take me by the hand. No control, no pudency. I`ll let go, come conduct me in this dance. Keep the pace, I`ll follow. It`s you who set the tone. Step by step I draw your image on the floor. Move me, point me the right direction, composing everyday the wildest musical. Unison: vibrating on the same frequency - the most consonant of all the harmonies. Dissonance: remain unadapted, untamed and unresolved - a refusal of constraints, the beauty of subversion. This rhythm, it never slows. Heart beats fast, motion grows. This beat only gets stronger. Makes we dance, lose control. And there`s no conductor like the will to grow.