[Canserbero]
Yeah, Yeah!
Well, good morning! Allow me the milonga I do not want to bother you, I only bring you verse and conga
Encourage the camel and do not take the dream, is another beautiful day to make your dreams come true
That everything comes out fine, that he always finds the way, that he does not lack his coffee with bread and faith in his plan,
That it was solved that cute lady hair, the other thing is solved and friend raise your face!
Aguaje do not be distressed that comes to him, mister collector he dropped that coin from your wallet,
Seat for the pregnant woman that nothing happens to her and I get off at the next stop. For nothing! I accept what she offers me, from honest criticism to a smile that costs nothing!
That nothing costs yeah yeah!
What does it cost?
[Mcklopedia]
Eh eh!
I just want the piano to speak, my voice to accompany it honestly in this, a feat that connects a youth who is restless fifth, home, neighborhood, motorcycles, bicycles, vans, metros, squares, boulevards, bars and also busses, they get up with breakfast some go to bed without dinner the night before and who bothers indifference the worst disease that infects us if the soul is dead and hungry greed who counts, the pains of an empty heart if yours is hurt you I assure that I'm cured with mine, but I want you to be clear that the engine of what I write is your warm your hug when I feel cold, not all is lost, my brother taught me, he repeats that a thousand times remembering what has been lost , in the inheritance that the Latin brothers received but I think we can change it because we are alive
[Rapsusklei]
I write to you from the bottom of the lighthouse that focuses the fire defines, as the patient of the folio that informs in phrases that affirm the end, that walks the edge of the sky as the top and that he affirms to be the poet that at fon does not tune him, was a mulicia an expert on the tightrope, I am faithful and loyal to the text that I cry and the paradox is: That for a long time I have died on a leaf, I live on a dune and admire a red moon. Tell me? How is it that an empty heart fills, how a soul that is hurt is so cold, where those good moments went, because beautiful stories are no longer lived again.
Let the moon smile with its pain on its side, and let the stars guide us along the path at the bottom of the meadow between pianos, words hypnotized in the lighthouse of Alexandria of the desolate musician alive!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)