When wet earth smell
I have in mind fragrances
From the mother earth's body
From the games of naked
Small spray when they fall
They bring big hugs
But now the crisis sent
And robbed us and them
Body draped in cardboard
It's bed time
They brought those who studied
In seminars IMF
Body draped in cardboard
I see my way to everywhere
In the bosom of mother earth
And in God's shack
Say no, not that crazy
Say no, not when the soul
Voice is not coming
No, not you
In a basement in silence
Do not shut
Say no, not that dies
Say no, not that crazy
Say no to you
Shut the trap to be an accountant
From the soil I collect words
I have my eyes been
To escape from the storm
The sky will hang
The empty square when you leave the course
And the light burned from the heat
We look at foreign ships
The wreck of the night the bodies
Suffocate in the fumes even
He drinks the night my voice
It's all true red
The pigeons on rooftops
Suffocate in the fumes even
But I'm here to shout
Run and grab my hand
Into the fire remembered
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