The Riddle in versione dance è stata realizzata e pubblicata da Gigi D’agostino nel 1999. E’ una cover del singolo di Nik Kershaw del 1984. Testo e musica non sono cambiati rispetto alla versione originale ma, ovviamente, il tutto è stato reso più veloce e ritmato

The Riddle was covered as a dance song by Gigi D’Agostino with uncredited vocals by Armenian singer and house producer Andrew Sarkeesian, who would also work with D’Agostino on La Passion. This version was released on D’Agostino’s album, L’Amour Toujours. The same lyrics are used as in Kershaw’s song, but the order is changed and the tempo is faster.

TESTO

I got two strong arms blessings of babylon
with time to carry on and try
for sins and false alarms
so to america the brave
wise men save

near a tree by a river
there’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of Aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there’s a wrong and a right
near a tree by a river
there’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there’s a wrong and a right
but he’ll never, never fight over you

near a tree by a river
there’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there’s a wrong and a right
near a tree by a river
there’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there’s a wrong and a right
but he’ll never, never fight over you

i got plans for us
nights in the scullery
and days instead of me
i only know what to discuss
of for anything but light
wise men fighting over you

it’s not me you see
pieces of valentine
with just a song of mine
to keep from burning history
seasons of gasoline and gold
wise men fold
near a tree by a river
there’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there’s a wrong and a right
but he’ll never, never fight over you

i got time to kill
sly looks in corridors
without a plan of yours
a blackbird sings on bluebird hill
thanks to the calling of the wild

wise mens child.