Old lady, I stay at home
drinking mate and greasy biscuits,
it happens that I can't anymore,
it's this body that can't stand the fart.
Today I want to tell you
that today I did not decide either,
that I do not know whether to change
my bohemian way of being and thinking.
I want you to understand me
and to let me live way,
but it seems bad not to respect
slave schedules.
Today I'm staying to listen to
some favorite songs,
I want to order the records
and see football on television.
I want them to understand me
and let me live my way,
but it seems bad not to respect
slave schedules.
You are going to have What to expect
if you want to take the fish to the water,
the poor thing has gills
and outside he can't breathe.
Nothing, nothing, nothing,
I don't care It matters what no one thinks
You are only one
And that is something that no one changes
I want you to understand me
and to let me live my way,
but it seems bad not to respect the slave schedules. Not to respect the slave schedules, not to respect the sorete schedules, not to respect the slave schedules.