La Quintralada
Florcita Motuda
The Quintralada
Up, up the unleashed one
Down, down the repressed one
As wild as a mare in heat they dance
The fiery snorts are heard
Of a, of a female so ruffled
With snorts and a violent snort
Burning they go
It's the spring circulation of sex
It's the energy that wants to live
From within
Let her move naked
If she prefers
Let her release dancing
Her thoughts
Let's see if she bursts the silence
That watches over her
The fiery snorts are heard
Of a, of a female so ruffled
With snorts and a violent snort
Burning they go
It's the spring circulation of sex
It's the energy that wants to live
From within