It was a late summer night in Marika
Sitting on the hot concrete
Sweeping my sweat with a cold drink
Then her smile shined through my soul
My sight was dark and got bright again
My blues started going back to red
She grabbed my head and kissed me hard
Oh these sugar flavored lips
That sweet numbness in our boozed heads
Leading us wasted on her bed
The taste of her body making me more to ask
While she was shivering in my arms
Sugarcanes and grapes
A renaissance painting
Sugarcanes and grapes
How would love taste
Sugarcanes and grapes
A garden in springtime's day
Weeks passed by without a sign
Another good memory I supposed
One day my doorbell rings
Smiling she said hi and came in
And everytime is like the first time
Every day our struggles get closer
Sugarcanes and grapes
A renaissance painting
Sugarcanes and grapes
How would love taste
Sugarcanes and grapes
A garden in springtime's day