A hurricane of words in the round to taverns,
Orfeón daily, intone me your plan.
Splashes the blood, the spurs go mad.
If there is no paradise, where do you bust?
It is true:
Way of excess, source of knowledge.
A dish of contempt drowns the poison.
As long as the money lasts and the effort lasts
Brick to brick remain years later.
If you are willing to face the scene
It's not William Blake
Are you willing to devour
Stars that quench your thirst?
Listen out:
I just tune loser tunes.
The heavens have spent my last breath.
All enemies were left behind
And I still have the doubt of a better future.
If you are willing to face the scene,
It's not William Blake's.
Are you willing to devour
Stars that quench your thirst?
The road of excess ...
The road of excess ...
The road of excess ...
Say !: The road of excess ...
We burn with bad arts
The spirit of wine
And he will not return, no,
It will not come back.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)