If in the bad times the serenade sings, I have to sing, oh, pain torments me. With so much extreme that I think I'm happy to lend my death to all the fear of the other. But if you want that under your blanket I will die near you, there will be more pain. I will be the bird that in a bed full of odors would die happy of this life to be so much. But if you want that under your blanket I will die near you, there will be more pain. I will be the bird that in a bed full of odors would die happy of this life to be so much.
