Eu Cá Sou do Midi

As you are blonde
I'm very dark
As you are fussy
I'm really calm
You have a look that cuts winged hearts
My passionate being
Insists, however
What should I do with my idiosyncrasy

You are very cold
I'm very hot
You are almost sad
I'm almost indecent
The lust persists in the Latin
This sensuality
In the superlative degree
Even of the idyllic and contemplative kind
I'm an active militant
And you want to be my lyre
Just as you are...
Lie

As you are so quiet
I'm so Algarvian
As you are civilized
I'm really wild
Your style spills technologies
But it doesn't have the poetry
That this emotion holds
You also lack what we have in abundance on the land

You are very northern
I'm from the 'midi'
You are almost distant
And I almost forgot you
Your slim Gothic ogival mode
My sentimental
Bucolic and idealistic
Promise earthquakes, thunder, and sparks
Oh Renaissance soul
Beyond this racket
What more do you want from me
Beyond this song
To which you oblige me