Poor thing my cigar, one day you will have to blame
When my heart is tired, I stop working
When my heart is tired, I stop working
And throughout life, smoking, smoking and thinking
Dreams wrapped in smoke, which are smoke nothing more
Dreams wrapped in smoke, and they were smoke nothing more
How long the dawn, when it takes to clarify
Whoever has my cigarette, my brother in my solitude
Whoever has my cigarette, my brother in my solitude
And throughout life, smoking and thinking
Dreams wrapped in smoke, and they were smoke nothing more
Dreams wrapped in smoke, and they were smoke nothing more
A complaint on the guitar and in the air some singing
And the cigar smoke that does not know where it's going
And the cigar smoke that does not know where it's going
And throughout life, smoking and thinking
Dreams wrapped in smoke, which are smoke nothing more
Dreams wrapped in smoke, and they were smoke nothing more
Poor thing my cigar, one day you will have to blame
When my heart is tired, I stop working
I stopped working
I stopped working
I stopped working
Only among all we can make this a better place :)