carmina burana
Poeta recién llegado
i'm ok , but I wish I don't have to dig for souvenirs,
who'll write the unhappy events that happened,
with a warning note, for me to read
when I come back of be sleeping.
Today is raining paradise,
and I have to be awake,
keep silent without replying;
I have to dig, somewere else,
I have to dig deeper.
i'm ok , but i see my glass overflowing,
my fuse is short, and
you named the detonator,
i'm ok , but my pockets melt,
I got to go downtown and
weare my proper chain.
Today is raining paradise,
and I got to wake up,
i'll not sign
the resurrection,
dig for souvenirs,
dig somewere,dig deeper,
dig my own cave,
dig,dig, thru my starvation,
hungry bones of rest,
heavy bags of unsatisfied desires
of isolation, and my glass overflowing,
my fuse is short, my hands are uninspired,
odds in a roulette coming
from a cold russia,
dig, drag, drop.
good bye,white flags.
who'll write the unhappy events that happened,
with a warning note, for me to read
when I come back of be sleeping.
Today is raining paradise,
and I have to be awake,
keep silent without replying;
I have to dig, somewere else,
I have to dig deeper.
i'm ok , but i see my glass overflowing,
my fuse is short, and
you named the detonator,
i'm ok , but my pockets melt,
I got to go downtown and
weare my proper chain.
Today is raining paradise,
and I got to wake up,
i'll not sign
the resurrection,
dig for souvenirs,
dig somewere,dig deeper,
dig my own cave,
dig,dig, thru my starvation,
hungry bones of rest,
heavy bags of unsatisfied desires
of isolation, and my glass overflowing,
my fuse is short, my hands are uninspired,
odds in a roulette coming
from a cold russia,
dig, drag, drop.
good bye,white flags.
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