The moon,
Is glowing,
In the evening sky,

Dancing,
through the vineyards,
We're going to make love,
And have some mangos,

The drifters are drifting,
Like summer,
And autumn butterflies,
Into the plazas,
and cafes,

Dancing,
through the vineyards,
We're going to make love,
And have some mangos,

Dancing,
Through the vineyards,
We're going to caress love,
And have some mangos
Reynaldo Casison