They are friends, look at you
Wasting time
How foolish
It's something that sometimes
Does not understand people
So good friends
In the twentieth century
The one, with artist's vein
He is a surrealist painter
But two years ago
That does not paint a picture
Only billboards
Of a bad cinema
The other, another roof has been put
Study right
And it's not that I'm clumsy
But it does not hit
There's nothing to do
He does not mind suspending
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The one, he tells his girlfriend
Work overwhelms me
And I have to stay
In my house painting ...
What it does is to stay
And get out
The other, asks his father
Send money
That the laws change
They leave new books
And they spend everything between their friend and the
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The one, it's a bit bohemian
Normal in your guild
It changes you to Kandinski
For a couple of wiskyes
And Miró himself
For a rum with ice
The other, is rather sybarite
But that does not prevent
Who came and flamenco
Take off your sleep
Sleep, what else!
They are real friends
True friends
True friends..
Only among all we can make this a better place :)