I want to live a stupid love story with you again as long as I have something to give to those who believe in me, art and love, you know, I think they're no longer together
but whenever you want it
I will write a stupid love story for you in the evening.
In a world that falls every day and every day is reborn on itself and the poor people remain alone to fight in you
among the peace and war, mud guerrilla warfare you will have for yourself a stupid and filthy love story, of love for you.
I live and work and I shake the hand of those who are with me
music is It's strange that he promises gifts that perhaps he doesn't have. I, tired of writing, will be a bald gentleman
you, with a son to raise well
a stupid and filthy bourgeois woman who you are not now!
In a world that falls every day and every day is reborn on itself and the poor people remain alone to fight in you
between peace and war, mud guerrilla you will have for yourself this stupid and filthy love story, of love with me!