It's always the same function, the same viewer,
the same theater, in which he acted so many times
lose your mind in such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake, please treat me this wound.
What's in two friends when after all
They seem lost and prefer others?
What do they give their hands, ignoring the given,
If they once narrowed, now they are deceived?
What made them move away from their restless shore?
So do not even think for a moment in those days?
It's always the same function, the same viewer,
The same theater, in which he often acted
Losing reason in such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake, cure me this wound please.
I have always preferred a prolonged kiss,
Even if he knows he is lying, even though he knows it is false.
What the hell happens when looks are not found?
Cockfight, bets are allowed.
Who sought shelter elsewhere?
Is it possible that the cold comes with age ...?
It's always the same function, the same viewer,
The same theater, in which he often acted
Losing reason in such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake, cure me this wound please.
It's always the same function, the same viewer,
The same theater, in which he often acted
Losing reason in such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake, cure me this wound please.
It's always the same function, the same viewer,
The same theater, in which he often acted
Losing reason in such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake, cure me this wound please.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)