Quimèrics rampells de tendresa
passen de puntetes pel meu cap
i esclaten en rialles ploraneres.
És la nostàlgia...
Un somriure a qui no espanta el camí al seu davant
"I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
Ahh, but it's cold outside
Baby it's cold outside
Brr its cold….
It's cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well…..I really shouldn't...alright
Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again…."