February In Iberia

February in Iberia It looks fine out there blue sky and sun But don`t get fooled a bitter wind from the high North is full of wroth wanting us to the bear the burden of frost. Perhaps it is political; the western world is against us We are successful while you are full of corruption Corruption! It pauses a little; we mean the outward type that enriches a third nation. The gas hide in the bottle will not come up, and it is Getting colder and we have no firewood, this is knows And laugh around the house corner. I look out the sun, and blue sky warms my heart but My toes are frostbitten I have jumped up and down Pretending to be a startled bird; it helps, but it is tiring this cold day in winter Portugal.