When luck wants you to fail and fail, get out of the way. When life is good for you, without a desperate course. When you have no faith, no grass from yesterday, drying in the sun. When I cut the tamangos, looking for that mango that makes you morph. The indifference of the world that is deaf and mute, just feel. You will see that everything is a lie, you will see that nothing is love. That the world does not care about anything yesterday, yesterday. Even if life breaks you, even if it bites you a pain. Never expect a hand, a help and a favor. When the batteries of all the timbres that you squeeze dry. Looking for a fraternal chest, to die embraced. When they leave you lying down, you can pour the same as me. When manchesque next to you, the clothes you are going to leave are tested. You will remember this otario, who one day, tired, began to bark. You will see that everything is a lie, you will see that nothing is love. That the world does not care about anything yesterday, yesterday. Even if life breaks you, even if it bites you a pain. Never expect a hand, a help and a favor. When I raked the eggs, looking for that handle that makes you morph. The indifference of the world that is deaf and mute, just feel. You will see that everything is a lie, you will see that nothing is love. That the world does not care about anything yesterday, yesterday. Even if life breaks you, even if it bites you a pain. Never expect a hand, a help and a favor.