(Dedicated to Fritz Löhner-Beda)
In a crepuscular Dancehall
There is a Spanish Girl dancing tonight
She’s not that kind of a Gun Moll
Her Profile reveals a noble Wight
A Connoisseur with Overnighter
Whispers, he wants her to be his Bullfighter
With a red Cape, him as the Bull
Which he would perform with Delight
O Donna Clara
I’ve seen you dancing tonight
O Donna Clara, and your Magnificence
Drove me mentally sick
And in my Dreams
I saw the Whole of you, bright
This gave the Course of Fever
a shocking Peak
With every Step to the Fiddle
Your Body bends right in the Middle
So gorgeous and dangerous
Are your Feet, you Sweet, to see
O Donna Clara
I’ve seen you dancing tonight
O Donna Clara, and your Magnificence
Drove me mentally sick