2021.05.20.
The* Muxhe
The muxhe paintedtheir lips once,1
strolling by, strolling by,
dressed as a woman.
But I don't want you to speak anymore2
if you'd like, I won't say it,
when [it's] in a night of oblivion
[that] we will go to dance.
Oh, my life
might already know,
oh, my life,
[that you] dress like a woman.
The muxhe painted
their mouth again
and they walked with the wind,
dressed as a woman.
Don't say anything else to me,
if you want I won't say it, no,
into a night of oblivion
we will go to dance.
Oh, my life, life
must already know
that my darling, darling
dresses like a woman.