tisdag 3 april 2018
El hombre del saco - Vetusta Morla
I'm going to make inventories of panic in your honor
I'm going to make a botanical safari in your honor
and dry your plastic seeds.
There's no pain, there's no pain, keep the rosary at hand
because the dictator has already fallen or so says the radio,
spreading the rumour that everything is a rip-off
If given the choice,
may someone go down and fill the sack.
If given the choice,
they're overwhelmed.
Take it, take it, the legacy is dramatic.
My lounge is full of mud reefs.
Shock salesmen for sabbatical winters.
If given the choice,
may someone go down and fill the sack.
If given the choice,
they're overwhelmed.
If given the choice,
may someone go down and fill the sack.
If given the choice,
they're overwhelmed.
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.
If given the choice,
may someone go down and fill the sack.
If given the choice,
they're overwhelmed.
If given the choice,
may someone go down and fill the sack.
If given the choice,
they're overwhelmed.
I'm going to make inventories of panic in your honor
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