Not a night for love.

One and a half years. I had the most beautiful time in my life. Now it's no more. This is not a night for love.

Miguel Street

Please close your eyes and let me lead you
To Miguel Street.
Ah, what a place!
Ah, how the heart aches to see something as beautiful.
Close your eyes and walk with me
Through Miguel street.

This huge mansion here, do you see it?
Here lives Mr. Auburgne
He has a grand car, a grand life
You know the usual grandstand.
His wife doesn’t live here anymore,
He killed her because she kissed another man.
Then, he planted an orange tree in his yard
Which would take her place in his life forever.
Now Mr. Auburgne is dying,
The orange tree
Looks worn and tired
And droops its head in pain.

Now watch the birds fly,
Like oscillating pendulums
They travel to this part of the country
And away again.
They are like nature’s grandfather clock,
Measuring time by the season.

Now look at the pavement,
There dwells Gruff the surrealist.
He paints moustaches with hair cream
And stones with water,
Time with air,
And Love with pine leaves.

Oh there’s little Jeremy,
He walks on the stony cobbled street all day
Prodding his little stick at every secret corner
That waits between two shrubs.
Jeremy likes to search for treasures, he do.
Jeremy, Jeremy,
The treasure’s in your head my little man.

Oh, hello!
That’s the widow
Rosemary,
Look at how her eyes shine with lust
As she waits on her doorstep
For another of that who left her a long time ago.
Dark and scary,
The wind was airy
And her hair floated in it.
Rosemary, Rosemary,
How she dances
To the tune of the storm,
How she laughs
And how she beckons!
Her smile is devilishly seductive.
Do you want to be her husband for tonight my love?
I’ll wait here then and practice
My frighteningly maniacal laughter.

That is he, yes
Those beautiful eyes
Cannot be anyone else but him.
Meet Joanne the baker,
He makes the best chocolate
On this side of the tumbling whirlpool.
Joanne, you are a man
Or are you?
You weren’t one when we made love
By the river.
But times change, and so do people.
Oh he is fashionably lean,
But he wears loose clothes.
Joanne, lose your moustache baby
And lets go to the river.


Goodbye my love
This is where I take my leave.
I hope you had a nice time,
Do come back to visit again.