You told me that the morning
It was bought with a kiss
And that war was for sale
And that peace had its price
That politics is dressed
Of gold, silver and fine linen
And what comes out of the mouth
Pay tax in the ear
That the path is narrower every day
Oh! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Oh! that he who does not run flies
He who does not run flies
Oh! that the moon is moving away
That the moon is moving away
Oh! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
You told me that the lie
He used contact lenses
And that a Valentino shoe
He proclaimed himself cheap
That a tariff fell in love
With a tax in a free zone
That anesthesia went to London
To a tourism conference
That every day brings its desire and I will explain to you
Oh! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Oh! that he who does not run flies
He who does not run flies
Oh! that the moon is moving away
That the moon is moving away
Oh! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
Bring it down!
And that there is no favoritism with coffee
He who strains first is the one who is going to drink
That Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy was French
When the river sounds it means that water brings I know
That clubs are trenches of society
Where seven fit, twenty-three fit
That the night is looking good for star trek
Hey! man, don't play with that!
Oh! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Oh! that he who does not run flies
He who does not run flies
Oh! that the moon is moving away
That the moon is moving away
Oh! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody