Black cowboy, are you willing to hear my song?
Don't let me fall into the stranger's hands
Ride soon from the dry ground to the wet land
Trade the desert for the jungle
I'm the victim of a fickle hope
My soul burns hotter than the heat of this unbearable summer
Anguished awaits you to bring the rain shower
And awaits the storms to bring you, this time,
To the sea on the other side
Tell me if it's true or it's my mind's lie
That you'd like to kiss me too
Come on cowboy
Is talking a sin?
At least I'd know that fire doesn't burn me alone
Is it true, perhaps, that when you're by yourself
You think of me as a woman?
Don't ask me when I'm going
Why don't you come around?
And look for a brief solitude in my arms?
And find a brief freedom near my thighs?
I've always believed you're brave
But you're rather shit-scared
Don't make a mistake
Don't end up fading of fear, as if life was so long
That in love there is a solution for remorse
In love, there's an answer to this litany
But in the longing, I recall, there is not much remedy.
