The heroes of the neighborhood have tattooed on their clothes,
good costumes
and bad stories that have been changing with the clock.
With them I gave the greatest concerts sitting on a bench,
with an old guitar.
With them I made palaces in abandoned houses.
There is no greeting more true than that of his hands stranded,
no contract more certain than that of his own word.
They are so, troubadours and crazy,
gentlemen of which there are few,
teachers in the lies conquering dancers.
They are like that, with their cowboy costumes,
but willing to invite the Sioux to dinner.
They are so, like romantic pirates
trying to navigate in a sea of ??gray asphalt.
They are like that, my friends are like that ?.
There is no verse more beautiful than his stuttering,
no offering more sincere than half of its zero.
They are so, troubadours and crazy,
gentlemen of which there are few,
teachers in the lies conquering dancers.
They are like that, with their cowboy costumes,
but willing to invite the Sioux to dinner.
They are so, like romantic pirates
trying to navigate in a sea of ??gray asphalt.
They are like that, my friends are like that ?.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)