Every day is painted white
Goes out to the street full of colors
And every minute he receives a brush on the skin.
His back, his hands, his face.
They are invaded by lights and shadows
They are going on fever and cold
So when he comes back and looks at himself he is not
Mal lives under his avalanche.
Mal lives on his avalanche.
Now he is without leaving, almost nobody deserves his love
But it will come out when you go for it
Now he waits for you in his colorful traveling grave
Until you get rid of love.
Now he waits for you at night in his room
Until you want to enter and save it
What he has never chosen, and drag with him.
You who set it up with a kiss
You who whipped him and cried
You are the old knife that awaits your skin.
He wants to blaspheme with you, of God, of men and of him
He wants to get beyond the light
He wants to destroy the flowers that the two deceived themselves
He wants to take a cross from his land.
He wants to forget that he has grown educated
He wants your son to raise it
Like an invincible kite, winner of the dream.
Want to tell each neighbor
Leave your miserable walls
Let it take your life, let there be no hiding places.
And hope you go for it.
And hope you go for it.
He does not wait for you woman to go make love
Rather the war is what you want to do
Twenty-odd dates back your healthy choice
Twenty-odd death is his love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)