He rode through the streets of the cityDown from his hill on highOver wynds and the steps and the cobblesHe rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasureShe was his shame and blissAnd a chain and a keep are nothingCompared to a woman's kiss
For hands of goldAre always coldBut a woman's hands are warm
For hands of goldAre always coldBut a woman's hands are warm.
Na'a ne fano hifo 'i he hala 'o e koloKi lalo mei hono taafungofunga 'i 'olunga na'I 'olunga he matangi pea mo e tu'unga pea mo e makahalaNa'a ne fano ki ha mafulu fefine.
He ko ia ia ko hono koloa liloPea ko ia ia ko hono maa mo fiefia lahiPea ko e jeini mo e fale'eikinofo ia, 'oku 'ikai 'aonga ia'A ia kapau 'oku fakatatau mo ha 'uma fefine.
He ko e nima koula ia'Oku momoko ma'u peKae mafana 'a e nima fefine.
He ko e nima koula ia'Oku momoko ma'u peKae mafana 'a e nima fefine.