She lived in the forest
A shed, as she said
She was used to sleep when she wanted to,
She never worked
A pareo tied to her back,
Some fruits, flowers and birds
A salty flavour on her skin
She was beatiful, I was too
Under a canopy made of tulle
A candle, a moonlight
Our two bodies in a bubble
The heart and the luck.
We never talked of love;
What is love?
We never talked of love;
The great love, it didn't exist
She smoked, I kissed her
I cooked, she embraced me
She danced, I sang
In english, in javanese
Naked, under my apron I relived
Abandoned between scented kisses
We never talked of love;
What is love?
We never talked of love;
The great love, it didn't exist
It was love, I know my stuff,
Till that day of the end of july
She smiled, but I guessed
The wind had changed
Scared by the scarecrow
Of that monstrous mistake
Love, the true, the beatiful
Cleared off in an instant.