I'm the king of licorice,
from the 14th acorn,
many cockroaches are behind me, as the shadow of mine.
I avoid locals
because I have plenty of wings
I stick my pucales 1
times goes by, silver turns black,
turns black if it's not washed,
darkened, from my melody.... to the dance of the spoon.
Confusano 2 of essence, either essence or trust
monotony in school,
they want to catch me but the collar fits big in me, get in your
shosa,3 close the door, get out by the orchard
I go again with God, while going like crazy, it was chasing me
a national policeman, the situation surrounds me, when I see myself against the wall, like a dog in the pound.
Going upstairs by the left, I'll reach her, that it's not
a solution...I like seeing her, when my fatty (uncomprehensible) and by her beauty I go blind.
And the echo that comes from my throat.... and the reason without having a doubt.
1. Never heard of that word before.2. Another one.3. I give up