if it is already hour

to hide of the world

the pain

under the skin

I k estare well the cats

like I they

fall standing

up nonkiero to play my l

uck x you I

cannot with

v pekeña to live when estare

of aki very very f

ar there I go away again there

I leave Madrid you

your routines of

skin your desire to flee nonkiero

I cowardly

k m makes suffer better

I say good bye to

him to your mouth of anise

if it is already

hour to clean the honey spots

on the table cloth

I never knew to act and my lips

are seen died of thirst

nonkiero to leave it everything

at random I

understand k I have begun

to hinder soon estare of

you very very far