When there is nothing left and better than the rain
and enter any bar and order a Martini
and get back out without finishing it
and hate couples who leave theaters.
Seven o'clock in the afternoon, I would like to be drunk,
Two weeks ago Lucia did not write to me,
it does not stop raining, waiter another drink
with alcohol, less monkeys are made to the military.
The captain tells us about the love of the country,
the sergeant of order and discipline
the soldiers doze, count the days that are missing
or fill the belly of wine in the canteen.
Their mothers send them packages with chorizo,
(sausages, sausages ...)
Their girlfriends, long letters, painted hearts,
(drawn, drawn ...)
the city when they leave is hostile and extra?
and the chachas do not want anything with soldiers anymore.
It is the poor comfort of walking from time to time
to increase the clientele of a house of pu ***
and spend half an hour of hurried love
that fat woman who makes a down payment on recruits.
And on Monday again, as not my lieutenant
He's very right, of course, of course,
body to earth, say hello, half turn, face forward,
firm, high, rest, carry, aim, fire.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)