I do not feel sorry for the defeated bourgeois
and when I think they're going to pity me
I tighten my teeth well and close my eyes
I think of my long days without shoes or roses
I think of my long days without a hat, no clouds
I think about my long days without shirt or dreams
I think of my long days with my forbidden skin,
I think about my long days.
Please do not pass this is a club,
the payroll is full,
there is no room in the hotel,
the man has left,
you are looking for a girl,
fraud in the elections,
great dance for the blind,
the jackpot fell in Santa Clara,
tombola for orphans,
the gentleman is in Paris
Mrs. Marquesa does not receive,
anyway.
That I remember everything,
and as I remember everything
what the fuck are you asking me?
what do you do, also ask them
I'm sure that also
remember them.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)