How many times did I tell you crying, do not play with me,
do not lie to me.
Because you're going to stay on the street,
thrown and lost selling your life.
I told you think what you say do not you see that life
it's like a swing, when it goes up it feels nice,
but when it goes down it hurts a lot.
Now, you find yourself lost today,
selling your life, and I am very happy.
God willing, let your body dry,
and that suddenly the wind takes it.
It's not that I hate you,
Do not even want to tell you your bad luck.
But if I would live grateful if in these
Death brings me moments.
Now, you find yourself lost today,
selling your life, and I am very happy.
God willing, let your body dry,
and that suddenly the wind takes it.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)