On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon Or a letter like Flexib, to give him a few lessons, lessons from surprise, because this motherfucker doesn't know anything but pressure NDRI pills, constant change of perception, death kisses, I don't distinguish life from a playstation It starts to bother me when I close my eyes, I see Mexico, then my face is like blood, a block of alexa, a suitcase of money, an old magnet, a woman's ovid and betrayals Smiling friends, when we run to the field in six, suddenly everything disappears, and it will be hard to resurrect these sparks today, like a nest in the rain On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon To ask how to buy a chain out of silver with an empty wallet, how is it to wake up next to the body of one of those models whose ribs can be seen To say how time flies away from him, to remind him that although he flies more often, he was once a rib on a flixbus, and he was not looking for a high in every country of the world To show this road through the rubble, the street where everything is gray, this swamp through which I came to take this *** diamond in my hand Finally, to emphasize that it's a good time to end this noise, because there was only one direction and I can feel the pride, because I lived as I could On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon On my school field, and without money, I was staring at the moon, free then, if I could send a fax to that moon I explained to him that sometimes even unconsciously I hurt him and that I hurt him in a different way That people around me can be interested, like a *** who robbed me at the power plant I would explain that the complex does not come from nowhere and that it is difficult to get rid of it just by hearing a whistle And that love is the chemistry that you end with a scar between people, not just a woman, a man With those people in my city who want me to fall, it's just shallow envy and it's an easy trick to get along with her It's easier not to do anything, she will dump her father, mother or a difficult old woman I don't want this *** for nothing, when I raise a child, I will try to ward off my brother with a thick line Probably sometimes this sensitivity is my calamity, the consequence between mania and depression Take me, don't design my life, whatever you say, you say If you want me to hear you, stick your head out of the hatch www.*** or www.*** or www.***