A cold Parisian night

It was a cold Parisian winter night. She was shivering like a weeping willow and they were both drunk and were staggering along side of the river. Suddenly she stoped and said: play, make me warm! He said: what do you want me to play? She said: play Clandestino. He took out his harmonica out of his pocket, stared at her for a while and started to play. She closed her eyes and started to dance, and danced and danced