Tigresa

A tigress with black nails and honey-colored irises
A woman, a beauty that happened to me
Rubbing the golden brown skin of your body against mine
He told me that evil is good, and good is cruel

While this goddess's hair trembles in the atheist wind
She tells me, without certainty, everything she lived
Who liked politics in 1966
And today dance at Frenetic Dancing Days

She tells me that she was an actress and worked on Hair
With some men he was happy, with others he was a woman
Who has a lot of hate in his heart, who has given a lot of love
And spread a lot of pleasure and a lot of pain

But at the same time she says that everything will change
Because she will be what she wanted, inventing a place
Where people and happy nature always live in communion
And the tigress can more than the lion

The feline's claws marked my heart
But the girlish nonsense she said, no
And I ran to the guitar in a lament, and the morning rose blue
How great it is to be able to play an instrument

A tigress with black nails and honey-colored irises
A woman, a beauty that happened to me
Rubbing the golden brown skin of your body against mine
He told me that evil is good, and good is cruel

While this goddess's hair trembles in the atheistic wind
She tells me, without certainty, everything she lived
Who liked politics in 1966
And today dance at Frenetic Dancing Days

She tells me that she was an actress and worked on Hair
With some men he was happy, with others he was a woman
Who has a lot of hate in his heart, who has given a lot of love
And spread a lot of pleasure and a lot of pain

But at the same time she says that everything will change
Because she will be what she wanted, inventing a place
Where people and happy nature always live in communion
And the tigress can more than the lion

The feline's claws marked my heart
But the girlish nonsense she said, no
And I ran to the guitar in a lament, and the morning rose blue
How great it is to be able to play an instrument