When the cold wind that blows in my heart
It was a summer breeze
And she would meet me
In Chinatown for opium and tea
And she always brought me flowers
Oh, but I spared you those old ballads
All the songs I couldn't play
But every giro day
Where you'd dress me like a ladyboy
And take me high out of the way
And let the horse chase the new deal away
No if we make love in the morning
Oh, don't my eyes look like two marbles in my head
> Vivre vite, mourir jeune et faire un beau cadavre.