A tigress with black fingernails and hazel iris
A woman, a beauty that happened to me
Rubbing her golden brown skin of her body against mine
She told me the evil is good and well is cruel
While the fur of this goddess shiver on the atheist wind
She tells me about everything she's been through with no sure
She liked Policy in 1966
And now she dances in Frenetic Dancing Days*
She tells me she was an actress and she played at Hair
She was happy with a few men, with others she was a woman
She tells she has much anger in her heart, she's given much love
She's been spreading much pleasure and much pain
But she at the same time tells that everything is going to change
Because she will be what she wanted, inventing a new place
Where the people and the happy nature live always in communion
And the tigress has more power than the lion
Her feline claws have marked the heart of mine
But her girly foolishness has marked nothing in me
And I ran to my guitar in a sorrow and the morning came blue
It's so good being able to play an instrument