He can not stand the pain, he has fun inventing
who lives far away, in a rare country,
when he travels in dreams he does it without me?
every time he gets bored of walking
Take a somersault.
When the fatigued sun is dedicated to stain
of rose the pots of my balcony
play with me the cat and the mouse,
if I ask 'what a little more'
he dresses and leaves.
The more I give, the less she gives me
That's why sometimes I have doubts,
?not to be? a certain Judas
the one who taught him ?? to kiss?
He never tells me to come, he always makes himself wait,
It's late at night like a dream,
draw clouds with saliva and carm? n,
he charges dearly for every hug he gives,
It does not usually trust.
When shouts of alarm sound for the city,
when the wise say 'there is no solution'
she wants us to make love
in a glass bed
seaside.
I always tried to learn to shuffle
the cards in the style of the winner,
now I see myself playing bluff
while his sleeve hides an ace,
always comes out to win.
The more I give, the less she gives me,
that's why I need help,
even if it's from Judas ...
b? same a little more.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)