I was walking near the broken road
the
deuce
foreign
And even if I don't have a name,
no one has pity on me
But the beloved master of the world,
against this life and against all the laws
He breathed the same air as I do,
without ever complaining
I always hear the wind,
beyond the streets
Still nobody is coming
taking this fever
he barks in the trees
in spite of the scorching indignation
I'm gonna be
a
a
a
Um
He is place says
La
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