Do not let the virgin you have power
about tears, egos, haciendas,
when lip without soul want to love-
You cash the store.
Do not pass a hair of ready, not winter
in Christs, do not play the fool,
the fires at first sight I covered
of magazine, they go off very soon.
Atilo's horse does not know how to jog
without treading wild tiles,
the swifts with the intention of bothering
they collect equestrian statues.
Things to take off and put,
butterflies of brown blood,
carnivals in the suburbs
from my heart.
Beauty is a tail of cloud
that climbs the stairs two by two,
an exclusive membership card
of the hot spring business,
a barrel of beer that kills with thirst,
a melon with watermelon nipple,
an enemy spy, an upside-down with you,
a jewelery navel.
Things to take off and put,
butterflies of brown blood,
do not want me to love,
Do not want to kill me, sweetheart.
Things to take off and put,
butterflies of brown blood,
cardinals at funerals
from my heart.
Do not allow the virgin to have power.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)