No angel with black wings
Nor prophet of vice
No hero on the barricades
Neither occupies, nor scab
Neither king of the suburbs
Neither flower of the precipice
Or an orchestra singer
Neither the Spanish Dylan
Neither the undersigned
No smoke seller
Neither minstrel of the asphalt
Neither lounge red
I do not hide the passion
I do not perfume it
I have not burned my ships
I do not know how to ask for forgiveness
I deny everything
Those dust and these muds,
I deny everything
Even the truth
The suicide legend
And the one with the lost bullet
The one of the golden saint
If you tell me my life,
I deny everything.
The Treasury shark
Confiscating property
The store has closed
He stole me the month of April.
If it is to hurt me
I know what suits me
I have disappointed everyone,
Starting with me
Nor am I an open book
Nor who do you imagine
I cry with the most cheesy
Love movies
They kicked me out of the bars
That used office
And a Latin venus
He gave me extreme unction.
I deny everything
Those dust and these muds,
I deny everything
Even the truth
The suicide legend
And the one with the lost bullet
The one of the golden saint
If you tell me my life,
I deny everything.
I deny everything
Those dust and these muds,
I deny everything
Even the truth
The suicide legend
And the one with the lost bullet
The one of the golden saint
If you tell me my life,
I deny everything.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)