I languish inside with the bold desire,
To be subjected (to lie) in the regal rooms
To make gift, there, of my bird
To her who makes vivacious dances;
The movements of her, even so chaste
Have awoken into me the ancient passion
That in long pederast nights
I hid inside me with great sorrow
Bridge:
There I sing, my friends, of an epic pornography
Of my lord and of his company
Chorus:
He wants no more to be pederast, and so be it!
Young scions, they're never been lacking
For summers and winters, days and nights
They visited my thalamus
To rejoice at suckings and wet kisses
Those deeds belong now to past (ages)
And still I look at them with great disdain
Too many have ventured inside me
My back is flesh, wood at all!
Bridge:
There I sing, my friends, an epic pornography
Of my lord and of his company
Chorus:
Lovers have consumed him, but he's taken a different path
I look at my beloved and I smile to her
Holding out my knight hand
She answers with a groan, perhaps a shout
And she licks it, much to my pleasure
I lay her down on my bed, I caress her (hair)
The wrong way, without haste
I untie her collar - what a great piece:
What a joy to make love with the little bitch!
Bridge:
There I sing, my friends, an epic pornography
Of my lord and of his company
Chorus:
His love has blossomed, he'll devote himself to zoophilia