Danger is not a matter of a couple of blows,
The danger is not knowing where to go.
The danger is never finding your place
and feeling that you have already arrived without leaving.
/>Danger is the ghost that hovers
over what you swore one day to achieve,
and ties your hands
while engraving on your skin
a number, a letter and a fly,
a number, a letter and let's fly.
And they say that running is a thing for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am and I don't care
br/>confess that more than anyone,
but here, who is not a coward for love?,
but here, who is not a coward for love?
The danger is losing who you love
with the fury that the hurricane unleashes,
verify that no one is waiting at home anymore
and that there is no one you can wait for,
and that there is no one to who can wait.
And they say running is a thing for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am and I don't care
I confess that more than anyone,
br/>but here, who is not a coward for love?
but here, who is not a coward for love?
The danger is when the insides burn,
for love or lack of love What does it matter to me?
and your courage turns to frost
and the air explodes and becomes bitter
in your chest for the woman who is leaving,
in your chest for the woman who leaves.
And they say running is a thing for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am and I don't care
to confess that more than no one,
but here, who is not a coward for love?
And they say running is a thing for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am and I am not I care
to confess that more than anyone,
but here, who is not a coward for love?,
but here, who is not a coward for love?

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