Hey.
Hey there.
And just get a little.
Take get a little.
Take get a little.
Take get a little.
In the place of the living, we had no money
We didn't know what we were doing
I didn't know what we were doing
We didn't know what we were doing
We didn't know what we were doing
Love for the brutes
Long life for the dead
Pelenovel for the people
Pearl to the pigs
Perfect arguments,
wrong occasions
Troops for landing,
canoes, holes
Gardeners from the Sahara,
peasants from the asphalt
They sell mulattoes, they traffic arares
English torcida,
mutuaries from Lima
They die on the week, let's say, on Sunday
Make a happy end,
plant a tree and say flowers Write a book and free yourself
Dumb, but don't cry crocodile tears,
silicone heart
The fact is, hate is the man
Hostile to machines,
peace on earth, for the land
Chaos statutes, war in the Pacific
Pearl to the pigs Perfect arguments,
wrong occasions
They sell mulattoes,
they traffic arares English torcida,
mutuaries from the asphalt