In the street, charming outfits, Make-up like my fiancée Boy, girl, stunning light Dressed like my fiancée Long hair, colored hair All naked in an iron box He's beautiful, he's handsome The stranger, but I don't care I don't want to see him naked I don't want to see him naked And I love this girl with long hair And this boy who could say no And we take each other's hand And we take each other's hand A masculine girl A feminine boy And they were worth nothing And they were worth nothing And we don't need it anymore And we don't need it anymore Faces in golden hair Who forget their virtues But it's not true that they look like conquistadors Asexual, once undressed Who believes when we see them like that Exciting all the little girls Why do we no longer believe it like that Isolated in an iron box I don't want to see him naked I don't want to see him naked And I love this girl with long hair And this boy who could say no And we take each other's hand And we take each other's hand A masculine girl A feminine boy And we take each other's hand And we take each other's hand A masculine girl A feminine boy And we take each other's hand And we take each other's hand A masculine girl A feminine boy And we take each other's hand And we take each other's hand