If it weren't for the fact that I got high
The path of your wait would have disconnected me
Condemned to watch you from the outside
And let the sun touch you

And if my life were a ladder
I've spent it all looking for the next step
Convinced that you're on the roof
Waiting to see if I arrive

And to leave aside the path of the back door
Through which I saw you leave
Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again
And now it's all field already

Her soldiers are wooden flowers
And my army has no flag, it's just a heart
Condemned to live among weeds
Planting cotton flowers

If treacherous death awaits me
And before distributing me completely I see myself in a coffin
Let them bury me with my dick outside
So a mouse can eat it

And people die every hour inside my TV
I want to hear some song
That doesn't talk nonsense and says that love is not superfluous
And that it starts in yes, not in no

And to leave aside the path of the back door
Through which I saw you leave
Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again
And now it's all field already

You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says
How do you want me to be inside your navel?
If a flower flies away between my fingers
And she alone is marking the way

You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says
How do you want me to know what I'm saying?
If a flower flies away between my fingers
And I let it mark the way for me

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

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