I'm sorryArsoi, Arsoi, Arsoi, ArsoiIt's Christmas, I'm coming back from the rain in the atticHow many times have you been in the street and in the town?You're against me, even if no one is with youThe word is more clear, but it doesn't matter to meD.J. ArsoiMy pants are like in Spain, I can hit you if I see that you're burningI work to show my mom ParisI feel that after a kilometer you can flyD.J. ArsoiWhen I open my eyes, I think only about my familyIt's so high that when I'm in the rain, the lightning strikes only on meOnly on me, only on meAnd even I love her right in returnThe strength of the earth, the endurance of the windI have ten days, I'm like a catThere was a shadow of gold, but to tell the truth, it's a brillianceI write these dances, but in life it's impossible to testI don't love the worldBut you speak for yourself with your own eyesWithout a doubt, I lay down and lie on my backD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. ArsoiD.J. Arsoi