You jump on all the balconies
looking for reasons
with your carnão,
which doesn't let you hit bottom
when you answer
drunk on wine.
And you cry that they are full of dust
all the sheets
of your desire,
like dead leaves in a well
that are the broth
that makes you exist.
And now you tell me that everything is worth
if in the end
together we have to...
sleep.
And you laugh at what hurts you
throwing salt
on its...
destiny.
Let it flow
and come with me!
Songs, dances and sticks
generate sounds
to follow,
for a beautiful torracollons
who writes songs
every morning.
Awakening all the Owls
that live alone
of your desire,
like there that always calls you
and has no end...
And you†You laugh at what hurts you
throwing salt
on its...
destiny.
And you always tell me that everything is worth it
if in the end
together we should go to...
sleep.
And youâĂˀĂn laugh at what hurts you
by throwing salt
on it of his...
destiny.
And you always tell me that everything is worth it
if in the end
together we have to go to...
sleep.
Let it flow
and come with me!

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