I want to fix all that I did wrong
All I hid even from me
I must tell what only I know
Oh sorry, Víctor Sueiro too
I want to fix all that I did wrong
All I hid even from me
I must tell what only I know
Oh sorry, Angel Cristo too
It seems that for something I used the spoon
Because I don't find soup, desert or salad
There's empty bottles of strange brands
I must have drunk them, what a hangover
I don't think of spending january in Pinamar
Shitting in the sea doesn't turn me on
What a temptation I'm going to el Bolson
I reserved there a great suite
I don't think of spending january in Pinamar
Shitting in the sea doesn't turn me on
What a temptation I'm going to el Bolson
I reserved there a great suite
Check the oil, the air and the water
Check me, the car has nothing
In this time I'll beg your pardon
If it is quick and free... Why not?
I always followed the same direction
The hard one, the one the salmon uses
I feel coming to the total emptiness
I'll get loose from your hand
I always followed the same direction
The hard one, the one the salmon uses
I feel coming to the total emptiness
I'll get loose from your hand
Give me, give me, give me a bit of your love
In turn I offer you an mountain of horror
Give me, give me, give me a bit of your love
Give me, give me, give me
I received a letter
That says "The End"
No sender
Don't fuck with me