Dawn
And if God whispers my name
pay no attention to their talk,
three blessed water to your lips
and soothing to the mind.
And if anything, for me you Satan yells,
Take him and shut the word, man!,
old knows better than the devil, knowing
that the sacrament.
Your own light is a guide, helping hand
confusion, and my sickle
true perfidy of your dreams, and my envy
ballast cruel, and the absurdity of prejudice
big bang. Valerian
to reason and lianas
heart pal. Refrain
past so that they are thorn in your field.
Let the gringo is imposed and that
bruno go to the hole,
that the kiss with the star passenger
are lies, pure milonga.
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