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From walking so much on the ledge
Maybe one day I can fall
From trusting myself so much
Of my luck and my conquests
On the hanger of a bar
I finished © after
Of not accepting the office of saint
And to laugh at your silly love song
Of not compromising even with heaven and hell
Perhaps they will confiscate my heart
And who will share my grief
And my banishment from civilization
Perhaps I will die hated loving you, and understanding you at the same time
That of so much that I could have done for you
You give my soul to the highest bidder
From playing so much cicada
Maybe winter surprises me
Because I rely so much on having
Someone always at hand
Without bread and without cake
The party may end perhaps
And one picks up what who sows, they say
And the ship without a rudder is dangerous
But whoever puts his hands on this judgment
Will never know how satisfied the goose died