The mystery was there
in that brick house
a red light at the door
and a yellow signboard
It was a love market
a few bucks to taste the flavor
of a shared bed
with women without name
With the gosht of virginity
the saving losts the dignity
i broke the piggy bank
nock at the door and enter
There was no jealousy or mothers-in-laws
Nor did I had to invite them to the movies
There were no scenes or in-laws
And less than a fucking lawyer
it was all a democracy
There was no age or social class
if you complayed with the rate
You had your own little piece of heaven
Four kisses, half a kilo of love
Two hugs and a liter of sweat
Just a market of love
In there i found my school teacher
A gynecologist and an intellectual
Three drunk singers
And a governor
Do not be nervous
a girl dressed in red had said
I entered her room as a lil boy
and when i came out i became a man
In school they taught me about Colon
and the multiplication tables
But they didn't mention
How is the making of love
There was no jealousy or mothers-in-laws
Nor did I had to invite them to the movies
There were no scenes or in-laws
And less than a fucking lawyer
it was all a democracy
There was no age or social class
if you complayed with the rate
You had your own little piece of heaven
Four kisses, half a kilo of love
Two hugs and a liter of sweat
Just a market of love