Mellow out, mellow out,
With your kisses and fine wine,
Ah, you gypsy of vineyards sublime,
Theres a festival of lights,
theres a swirling cabaret,
In the still moonlight,
With lovely ladies,
with silly beautiful dresses,
Rhythms with kind and warm caresses,

Van gogh has painted the Starry night,
With our champagne,
Ah, ya would love to have brunch,
With him and Matisse,
In some vintage cafe, by the exotic shore,
and a dream dinner with glamourous,
And down to earth stars,
The honey of your hair,
Would be the mango winds violin,
And it would feel like the maestros,
And your Beauty a fine dish,
In the artisans bistro,
refreshing the sparkle in their eyes,

Have ya lit your candles,
Lavendar with love,
With the sublime cream of dreams,
Thousands of sighs,
are galloping like pretty horses,
from the shimmer of waves,
And a Starry night of fine avenues,
and hymning,

It shall kiss you by your ballerina hips,
and your exquisite violin hair,
They shall hymn for me with bouquets,
With you mellowed out,
Of your corset and robes,
Sublime of mind,
Tender of soul,
Warm with compassion,
and sweet, sweet, love,

All the flowers faces,
The irises, sunflowers, and roses,
Shall become exquisite with yours,
And all the maestros,
With their thousand and one sighs,
Shall become sweet with yours,
And there shall be a waltzing,
Of sparkling gazes,
deep and tender as the Midnight skies,

Sublime violins,
where loving harmonicas,
have kissed the harbor,
of your lips,
Like velvet flowers,
And your hips have dipped,
like lime,
With your gin and tonic,
The cascade of hems,
The nocturnes you would dance,
When Nights were young,
Ah, there the cabaret in your dream cafe,
The maestros hymning through your hair
Reynaldo Casison