Sabotage in the Port of Love.

Lubomír Tomik

 The last port of love
  block ships sunk at its mouth,

 I break up at night
 wrecks eaten by salt seawater,
 and I land at the pier
 where half-naked dancers patrol
 under a starry tropical sky,

 one of them is You,
 You rattle with lava stones
 like castanets,

 You will hit me with your dance
 more precisely than a bullet,

 sabotage in the port of love
 sabotage in the port of love

 sabotage
 in the last Port of Love.