Three little crocodiles born in the front yard
I make a fence and call her, saying
I'm not a criminal
The kisses are tainted and the stories exciting
When I try to sleep, drunk on old laughs
The fence is careless
Three little crocodiles born in the front yard
I make a fence and call her, saying
I'm not a criminal
When I try to sleep, drunk on faded convulsions,
With you, who were cruel with a trembling smile
The fence is careless
I ate your empty laughs
When you are dreaming
I ate your rotten promises
When you are dreaming
I grew up on hidden pains
When you are dreaming
I grew up on misplaced warmth
When you are dreaming