The ladies in the vineyard,
Are in love,
With the wind in their hair,
In the bohemian sunset
They dance within the groves,
Relieving their ample breasts,
Of their cares,
As seagulls like mascara,
Kiss the brows of a tangerine Sun,
The ladies in the vineyard,
Are in love,
With the beauty,
of their hair,
The ladies in the vineyard,
Are in love,
Dancing Within their groves,
With their warm romance,
Emblazoned,
Upon the bohemian sunset,
The tangerine wind,
Like fine wine,
Caresses their beauty,
And their alleviated dresses
Reynaldo Casison