After today's four steps I'm sitting in socks by the fireplace My heavy boots are standing straight and my back is still rattling
I am a henchman I push the boundaries of the ladies in love and the rich gentlemen
I leave horse **** behind and take the scent of freesias with me The water in the bucket sloshes like yearning love
I don't travel alone We are armed The papers are precious Sealed letters
Beginning and maintaining of relationships and major interests Between the stops, the reins of fate are in my hands
Four steps: four postal stops
Postilions (post-coachmen) wear heavy boots, to protect against getting jammed; these boots are named after the average distance between the posts (postal stops, relays): "bottes de sept lieues" ("seven-league boots")