For a head
of a noble foal
that just at the line
slackens when it arrives,
and that when it returns
seems to say:
I haven't forgotten It is, brother,
you know, there is no need to play.
For a head,
a day's mess
from that flirtatious
and smiling woman ,
that when you swear smiling
the love that is lying,
burns in a bonfire
all my love.
For a head,
all the madness.
Her mouth that kisses,
erases the sadness,
calms the bitterness.
For a head,
if she forgets me
what does it matter? lose my life a thousand times, why live? How many disappointments, for a head. I played a thousand times, />I won't insist again.
But if a look
hurts me as I pass by,
his fiery mouth
I want to kiss again.
Enough of the races,
br/>the timba is over.
A close ending
I won't see it again!
But if some pingo
becomes a regular on Sunday,
I'm all in.
What am I going to do to him...!
For a head,
all the crazy things.
His kissing mouth,
erases the sadness,
calms the bitterness.
For a head,
if she forgets me
what does it matter to lose me
life a thousand times,
what to live for.

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