No.
No.
I had a cigarette in my hand
I thought it was a
pen for tobacco stories
Between sadness and glory I have a secret in my head
It's killing myself Your life can now be boring
Come listen to my story
This is an ideal
for a romance
Just an ideal
for a romance
This is an ideal for a romance
This is an ideal for a romance
We run to soar there The sky will fall on your head
The people come from the grave We'll sing a pretty song
Your life can now be boring The moral of this one
This is an ideal for a romance Just an ideal for a romance
This is an ideal for a romance Just an ideal for a romance
This is an ideal for,
this is an ideal for,
this is an ideal for,
Ronaldins!
