Arquivo Mudo

Bajan

Old oak of the road

your leaves are always a sort of agitated

baby, baby, how good you look

when in your eyes it doesn´t matter if the hours

go down

the day seats to die

they descend, the night blurs without an end
besides, you are the sun

slowly, you can also be the moon

Gracias al Flaco. Benditas sean todas ellas hermosas mujeres.