Don't get too frightened, my man, with the night in my backlands
It's more dangerous than poetry, than the judgment of reason
Torment creates histories, it's as lively as the Sun
It's horsemen by the river, it's the body of the breathless girl nearby
Anxious for the warm and stolen caress of your hand
Don't be deceived, as there's no silence in the night
Life speaks more than the city, it has more legends to offer
Don't take too long, she's a virgin, but she knows another woman
Your desire and the dawn only wait for your caress
When it's over
Come close to the window, peek outside and inside
The landscape got wet
Your desire and the dawn only wait for your caress
When it's over
Come close to the window, peek outside and inside
The landscape got wet
Don't get too frightened, my man, with the night in my backlands
In my backlands