Vetusta Morla el hombre del saco

I am going to make panic inventories in your honor.
I'm going to do a botanical safari in your honor
and let your plastic seeds dry.
There is no pain, there is no pain... have the rosary on hand
because the dictator has already fallen or so the radio says,
spreading the rumor that everything is plagiarism.
We are asking...
for someone to come down and fill the bag.
We have to ask for it...
they are no longer enough.
Take it, take it.. the legacy is dramatic.
I have a full room full of mud reefs,
shock sellers for sabbatical winters.
We are asking...
for someone to come down and fill the bag.
We have to ask for it...
they are no longer enough.
We are asking...
for someone to come down and fill the bag.
We have to ask for it...
they are no longer enough.
Take it, take it..
Take it, take it..
Take it, take it..
Take it, take it..
Take it, take it..
Take it , take it..
Take it, take it..
Take it, take it.. the legacy is dramatic.
We are asking...
for someone to come down and fill the bag.
We have to ask for it...
they are no longer enough.
We are asking...
for someone to come down and fill the bag.
We have to ask for it...
they are no longer enough.
I am going to make panic inventories in your honor.