Cruel on the poster,
the propaganda sends cruel in the poster,
and in the fetish of a paper poster
the illusion is sold,
the heart raffles ...
And you appear
selling the last shred of youth,
Carrying me the cross again.
Cruel on the poster, you laugh, sweetheart!
It makes you want to shoot in a corner!
He already gives the night to the cancel
his eyeskin skin ...
Your brush is already wet
and make spring with him ...
But what?
if your things are there but you are not,
because you are something for everyone,
like a bare glass window ...
I fought by your side, for you,
by God, and I lost you!
I gave you a home ...
I was always poor, but I gave you a home!
I spent the smiles of fighting,
fighting for you,
bleeding for you ...
Then the truth,
which is to rub the palate with sand
and drown without being able to scream.
I gave you a home ...
-It was the fault of love! -
It makes you want to shoot in a corner!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)