The room awaits us, with triumphant ademan
To release and applaud the dance of blood.
The stars, the press and the glaciers come
Happy to share the toast of blood.
Flee us, whistling us, ay! Chorus of car? Mbanos
Rond? Ndonos, cerc? Ndonos, to immobilize us.
I'm not going, you're not going, to the game of disguise
Corista tu, and love of this harlequín
Romantic, at least until the end
And postmodernizable.
The court awaits us, to spill the blood
But we're not going to such an odious dance.
Flee us, whistling us, ay! Chorus of car? Mbanos
Rond? Ndonos, cerc? Ndonos, to immobilize us.
I'm not going, you're not going, to the game of disguise
Corista tu, and love of this harlequín
Romantic, at least until the end
Imposmodernizable.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)