Dios del cielo!
Me haces daño con tus cosas

Songwriter

During the summer I fighted and fighted
Now I give up and I feel like a songwriter!

El tango es el alma del arrival

Suicide lunatics driving their cars, please
Oh, please, policeman, put them all in jail!

i love you sweetheart and i will love
your super wet pussy forever and ever

because it feels like sweet cold summer
peaches in my mouth

Cold sweet peaches in
your mouth and that happiness
comes to you all of a sudden

Poetry

What do you mean?

Black

Because everything looks black in your dirty
Black ordinary mind when the black year comes
To an end

And then you… fuck your old dirty
Black dearest dogfriends

By the way the sun shines bright in the morning
and you smoke in the sunshine of the summer
light