You know that you only know how to tangle
and racing rolls back and rolls ahead.
Your performance is always the focus of attention,
You give me your cardboard soul.
Poetry is on the street, you know.
And say your knees if you know
of distances ... that going to the bar is a trip.
You have taken away the health of the practitioner,
You have cloth to make seven suits.
Look at you, poetry is on the street.
They travel uploaded to your boots.
I ask for roses and yesterday.
Life all forgives you
but I do not know if I can without wanting to.
Baby, you will not ever change, damn it.
You are always getting into gardens,
playing at being older, challenging the heights,
redoubling your heel.
Baby, you're always looking for trouble,
and then you come ... damn your art, asking for forgiveness
and I will be here again to forgive you.
Look, they fit in the palm of your hand more disasters
What a speech in the mouth of the fraudster.
For you, everything is a game without a script,
always leave the line ...
and leave the sun for Alicante.
And you go with the worst of each class
to try, to prove nothing happens.
And trying you missed the best,
life was around
but you never found out
that you lose the best, a nonsense.
And put a key in that mouth,
put a brake on your feet.
Calm your crazy little head,
how doubtful ...
how hard it is not.
Baby, you will not ever change, damn it.
You are always getting into gardens,
playing at being older, challenging the heights,
redoubling your heel.
Baby, you're always looking for trouble,
and then you come ... damn your art, asking for forgiveness
and I will be here again to forgive you.
Baby, you're always looking for trouble,
and then you come ... damn your art, asking for forgiveness
and I will be here again to forgive you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)