Latino.
The bars, the bars,
where have the bars gone?
The bars of women, the beautiful bars of evening
That slide, that slide on a snowy thigh
Where have the black bars gone, the beige bars?
Where have the bars gone,
the bars,
the beautiful bars
That slide from bottom to top?
Where have the bars gone, the transparent skins
That slide from top to bottom?
I, the thin-lined, I have had beautiful nets
They have disappeared
I have the glass to sit,
where I conquered
My tussé, where I chose, where I chose
The bars, the bars,
where have the bars gone?
The bars of women, the two snakes of evening
I have had beers with girls And I have bathed and drank
They called for a simple thing
Without thinking
Down,
down
Everything that is not a bar
We are fed up with the high
We want the low
Is there not a single woman down here
Who is grabbing her boots with her lace slip?
Alas, all the stickers have rubbed on her
We don't care about that
The bars, the bars Where are the bars?
The women's bars,
the beautiful bars of you
Where are the bars?
The B.A.
bars
The women's legs
Where are the bars?
The bars that flow from you
On fine ankles
It's not the volume
To the chicken's flesh
Where are they hiding?
It's not the volume To the chicken's flesh
Where are they hiding?
Alas, all the bars
Are not fighting
I call for a debate
Where are the bars?
Are
not fighting
Where are the bars?