(Written: mei 2007)

They move fast with there quicksteps and dancing legs

They’ve been trained all day and all night

But now final evening was came

So it became a serious fight

The finest waves in there sweetest behaves

Just will prove the best sides of them

“Their finest dances, their most beautiful chances

They call these the best talents of all

They all wished to blessed to a queen tonight
For a dance on the Royal Ball

A dance on the Royal Ball”

These young virgins were ready to fight and to win

to finally got blessed to a queen

And fought for dance with the prince on the ball

It would be like you’ve never seen

The girl that hard shakes must dance without mistakes

If she wants to be the winner of all

“Chorus”

Well, that moment was came and some became nervous

like so many people may do

Then the first name was calmy calling aloud

and the nerves in her stomache grew

Though her body was shaking from the drink she had taken

she must dance now as good as she can

“Chorus”

The last dance was making and she couldn’t take it

This could be the very end

But however she danced the stars out of heaven

It was how she’s gracefully waved with her hands

The best decision in a hard competition

Could make her the winner of all

“Chorus”

They all must waiting for the rash of tomorrow

and they all were nervous as hell

Neither like friends nor competitors

It’s only they love it so well

One with much fans and another so chanceless

But just one could get the dance on the Ball

“Chorus”

Next morning the girls were frowning of headache

So far from sober I guess

With a drunken, tired head, one was not knowing

she was nominated for the best

One was so ill, another so chill but all so far from here

 “Chorus”

The jury that morning was sitting straight for them

They spoke with a calmly voice

Because one was nominated for the royal ball

So they made sharply choice

She, who thought it was the end, she was now sent

Because she gave the best dance of all

“Chorus”

The notification was well and done

Now she felt that she couldn’t loose

But then in the midst of their celebration

there arrived some tragic news. . .

. . .The prince got an illness

Her heart got a bad crash

And her dream felt apart on the ground

”final chorus”

Their finest dances, their most beautiful chances

They call these the best talents of all

They all wished to blessed to a queen tonight
 But still she’s the winner of all

She’s still earn a dance on the Ball!