Boil clubs and teenagers
they eat colorful pills.
Fed up with bad living the twentieth century
dies of lovesickness.
The sorcerers of the tribe resuscitate
to invest in my sins
and they make the stamp dealers
Your August at the supermarket.
And the lie is worth more than the truth
and the truth is a sand castle
and on the freeways of freedom
nobody dares to drive without chains.
And I'm dying
I want to tell you that
I'm dying
I want to tell you that I love you.
And that I do not want destiny to come and take revenge on me?
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.
Every morning I jump out of bed
stepping on quicksand,
It costs to live when what you love
It is filled with ash.
And in the streets only the heart wanders
without a bad kiss to take to the mouth
and the cold wind of humiliation blows
debasing every body he touches.
And I'm dying
I want to tell you that
I'm dying
I want to tell you that
I'm dying
I want to tell you
I'm dying
I want to tell you that
that I love you.
And that I do not want destiny to come and take revenge on me?
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.
And I'm dying
I want to tell you that
I'm dying
I want to tell you that
I'm dying
I want to tell you
I'm dying
I want to tell you that
that I love you.
And that I do not want destiny to come and take revenge on me?
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.
And that I do not want destiny to come and take revenge on me?
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.
And I do not want destiny to come and take revenge on me ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)