Good evening
Your vehicle does not seem to have any passengers
Can you, will you receive me
Without disturbing yourself too much?
My boots will not make too many
Echoes in your corridor
No noise with my goodbyes
Not for us the lost moments
Waiting for a certain goodbye
Because I'm crazy, yes it's crazy
Once upon a time there was a student
Who wanted hard, like in literature
His girlfriend, she was so sweet
That he could almost, in management
Reject all vices
Repel all evils
Destroy all beauties
Which, moreover, had never
Been his accomplices
Because he was mad, yes, it is madness
And if sometimes we make confessions
To whom can we tell them even the right one
God we let it go
Another place, another life
Yes, it’s another story
But who can you tell it to?
Among the shadows of the night?
In the early morning, in the little gray
How many crimes have been committed
Against lies and oneself
Saying the laws of the heart
How many are there because of madness
br/>Because they are crazy

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