Habré
die standing in front of it facing the sun
Without fear of opening the eyes
When one hundred beams of fury
Burn my skin Open
my chest And I oppress the soul.
Then, I will live today!
For all
furies seize the song is sad
melancholic song out of my chest
Is it not rather die in your hands
To not raise the sea
In a duel of sad soul. I know
die
would like nothing because I was born to be an angel
that opens their land, to live life.
is that it is my punishment
Crucified
waves in my soul will be a sip of your wine liquor
Friendly
caressing my many regrets. Perhaps
cigars are my Aprils
The hive of my martyrdom.
And the dead
hear screaming and more value battle!
but death who dwells in himself whether to talk
not breathing. Are they chips
life's blows
Pieces of human anger that I most like to be inhabiting
myself Not to forget my revenge
Tell me I've seen "mourn yesterday?
Because I cried and did not cost anything.
be there Friday
That burned like today
tears That leave us
In the distance there
My mother a day, saw them go
When agora
A duel in their footsteps.
know will die standing
And not afraid of anything.
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