Life Here and There

Bare feet, free chest, bare arms ... here I come so alone through the streets ... So hot, so sad cold soul, tropical .... In boots full-bodied breast, dressed arms ... there she goes shivering and charming through the heavy streets ... soul also frozen on the coldest morning of your glacier life ... I appreciate the cold, she likes the heat ... What does she have I desire, I provide her my fire ... We only need concertation