The wave of the skirt that dances in the wind, a hug of free hair, the fever of my forehead, my hands tonight and wants to hold my breath in your warm embrace, and hold my breath and listen, my wall, which I have forgotten to dance, as if now this is me, I want to be silent and break, although my words are bitter, I am myself, and I have written a line, I should not stamp you, but I dont want to come with you until the end of the way, I will come with you everywhere in the world, I will sleep near my pulse , I will be a disgrace to the world.Let me be from Hell, I want to dance with you , a skirt full of flowers full of thorns around it , let it hurt, my hands will put you in my heart, I will
kiss your wall, even if the sin of God tonight is close to the moon , the one who broke a heart is black, the one who broke a heart
is black, the one who broke a heart is black, the one who broke a heart is black.
