It was one of those evenings that pass slowly
The sky above chases away the damned witches
It was one of those evenings that you can't see anything
And we below barking in the face of the moon
/>There was a lot of confusion
There was little inhibition
The tangle of hands
Impatient to touch
There was a lot of confusion
There was little inhibition< br/>I got lost in the crowd
In search of an identity
Ponte + after only
Sweat dripped
Scent of skin
That mixes the senses
That they get lost (2 times)
And we got lost in the passion
Now everything was a game
Up and down being careful
Because the road was all wet
Punished, with no more willpower 
Passive, with no more dignity 
And now come on top of me