Come walk the streets of crimenAnd colour bright the cornersnOf love with the earthnnSee the dazzling nightlife grownBeyond the dawn and burningnIn the heart of SohonnHear the market criesnAnd see their wares displayednThrough the window of your soulnnCome watch the naked dancenThat spins before your very eyesnNaked like the sunnnStep inside where men beforenHave drunk to fill to senselessnTill the dreams fade and diennAnd free and easynDoes the blood red wine come flowingnFrom the glass to your veinsnnAnd the midday dream is silentnThou gardens where you're restingnFrom the troubles of your mindnnAnd though the sun is burning brightlynAll within the gardensnAre the sleeping oris deadnnAnd through the afternoonnThe buzzing bees do harmonisenThrough the rushing sale daylight