With the same shirt
and on a bad mood
several days went by
The moon, on one hand,
and the world's wreck
exchanged rings
What will you do?
It is half past nine
I blow my smoke
and before I shower
I chew in my teeth
a small cross
And I want only you
I do not answer the phone
to anyone else anymore
Only you, then I'm fine
The ceiling has thrown
two fires in the sky
I need you and
I wound the new parquet
with my leg
I save melodies
so that you burn them
in your trip through time
Well, what will you do?
I run after the cut piece of Depon
on my bedsheet
And before I drink it,
like a bond with a scorpion
all my sorrows are weighted