Cuernos

If like me you are
One who prefers
The pleasures that women provide
Who are over thirty
Among the married
Look for your loved ones
The horns will spice up your pillow
With their salt and pepper

You have to make sure that her husband
Is fit to be a cuckold, the chosen one
Must be civilized
Avoid the police commissioner's wife
What are you going to do naked in the closet
Of a guy who is armed?
With two

Horns, horns, horns
Always so modern
Horns, horns, horns
It's the solution
Put a pair of horns
To your depression

In such matters
Social classes
Compete but the upper class always stands out
The noble upper class
The ladies with
Rank and position
If they don't adorn the man's forehead
They feel something is missing

But don't let recklessness
Lead you to crow in someone else's yard
Of some working Cinderella
And even less if the husband is unemployed
Apart from being a beaten cuckold
He becomes a beast with the

Horns, horns, horns
Always so modern
Horns, horns, horns
It's the solution
Put a pair of horns
To your depression

Proceed with caution
From appearances
If you want to seduce a lively and postmodern wife
It's bad luck
That after the third drink
She falls asleep on the couch and you there
With your tail between your legs

Nothing better than a good executive
Apostle of intensive programs
Stiff as a suit
Choose from all the husbands
That poor guy who is always in meetings
And always traveling with two

Horns, horns, horns
Always so modern
Horns, horns, horns
It's the solution
Put a pair of horns
To your depression