In the white nights I was looking for rest
in the madness and licentiousness,
making dirty everything by touching someoneelse's sweat.
in exclusive brothels,
drunk on glass tables
argentinian tango I danced.
Pride was my luxury,
and the lies acords of repentance.
With slander I killed innosent souls,
so that is why freedom will not be reached.
I won't be able to see it with my eyes.
In an extasy with a white handkerachief
I waved to God-I am coming.
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