The girls go out in December
Against a cold wind that takes them
The boys in the warmth of the palto'
They seem to be there by chance but instead they aren't.
What are you doing tonight, stay with me
Don't stare at her, she's shy, she gets offended
Stay with me
Don't be on me, you don't get anything from me
Who is he?
Afternoons of town in the middle of nowhere
Among the conversations of the people, of the people.
The girls go out in spring
They become even more beautiful when it's evening
The boys stopped on the motorbikes
They act tough but they melt little by little.
But why didn't you call me?
What are you doing standing there, quick, get up
Here with me< br/>If you don't ask me for a kiss
It's because you would like to give it yourself
Country afternoons in the middle of nowhere
Among people's conversations.
Then a storm , with the wind,
And the summer is gone too.
The girls are sleeping
Some of the boys are going to the city.
Country afternoons in the middle of nowhere< br/>Among people's conversations.
The girls go out in December
Against a cold wind that takes them.
The girls go out in spring
They become even more beautiful when It's evening.