They think I'm the worst
What could happen to you
That you are a sun
And I am as salty as the sea.
They say that ours
It could be a cataclysm
Or what is the same
A nightmare
From which we must
Wake up.
Social scandal
They would have said it yesterday
Because now it's too late
Since this is burning
Blow it, blow it.
Blow it, blow it.
They think I'm the worst thing that can happen to you happen
Things of love
Things, things of men and women.
I feel that ours
It can be wonderful
It is something that I enjoy
Without even
Happen.

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