It's a seedy place
where they meet every night
the usual ones, they write scripts, black novels,
you write pages of tricks and ways.
the door opens, the fog is made,
between fumes and perfumes someone enters;
some look at themselves, others ask
who is the type that seems the same buddha.
who is the type that seems the same buddha.
In a corner an inmate, right in the bar opposite,
There is a notary; a separate with a widow makes a match with the
friend of the widow, makes a partner with the friend of the widow.
And there's a dean too, and a lawyer too,
and a policeman surrounded by thieves,
and a princess and a Portuguese,
that nothing is left if the heels are removed.
And there's a dean too, and a lawyer too,
and a policeman surrounded by thieves,
and a princess and a Portuguese,
that nothing is left if the heels are removed.
turururu ......
A well-matched marriage, only one meter away from the husband's mistress,
the quiet good dissembling,
She is pending because she has seen an old friend,
She is pending because she has seen an old friend.
There are three bankers, they are wearing ties, they are married,
well-kept rings; three Italians do not shy away,
the three of the tie are drawn,
the three of the tie are drawn.
And there's a dean too, and a lawyer too,
and a policeman surrounded by thieves,
and a princess and a Portuguese,
that nothing is left if the heels are removed.
and there's a dean too ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)