The bohemian came back, brings the badly wounded soul
They say he was a great sir, but he beat him. the tequila
The doubts that are not clarified, for more seas of resentments
The atmosphere puts on tense, the lies are curtains
That separate the loves
How much compliment, how much cheer, when my star shone,
But a slip is enough, to be trampled
Those who were my friends, forgot my face
But what hurts me most, that even my own family,
When he fell, he turned his back
Come and kill my cup, grave of my defeat,
And the beginning of nothing
Become aware and record the picture, just in case you stumble,
And do not forget that saying, that on the edge of the precipice
Hope is good sword
Come and kill my cup, grave of my defeat,
And the beginning of nothing
Become aware and record the picture, just in case you stumble,
And do not forget that saying, that on the edge of the precipice
Hope is good sword ,? The bohemian came back
Only among all we can make this a better place :)