I'm dizzy
I get stunned by the faces of people
Who is next to me, with ease
I avoid and project myself indifferently
Like a madman, from mind to mind
I find you and I propose to you an infinity
The unexpected is at my side
Which of the sands, Is the arena of the circus
Which of the sands, Is the sand of the sign ±or
Which of the sands, is the sand of time
Quicksand
I am dizzy, tired, stunned
At most distracted, Irreverent
I don't believe In daily comedy
I am a porcelain bastard
a vague and without you I am very small
I need you
really like
as of my sand
What It cars out
and sã â © auto inventa
I can turn to the
lie if you are not mã âa
which of the sands
is the sand of the circus
Which of the sands
is the sand of the seã â ± or
which of the sands
is the sand of time
Movedizas sands
I am dizzy , exhaust
I do not stop listening to the prophets
as deliran, as they invent me
they want to settle for this life
what nonsense, what nonsense
you wanted to convince me with the War
And I neither shit
You wanted to convince me with religion
I stop giving me lyst
Which of the sands
Is the sand of the Lord
Which of the sands
Is the sand of time
Quicksands
Which of the sands
It is the arena of the circus
Which of the sands
It is the sand of the lord
Which of the sands
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