He was born for joy,
never despises potatoes,
sometimes he suffers agonies,
the soul sells cheap.
He gets up every day
wanting to go to the square
manias are removed
with the fire of a mixed drink.
Let them say that it is already daytime,
let the dawn die,
let the last breeze blow,
last hour poisoned.
Go to bed at noon
with a pretty face
thinking of a thousand nonsense
looking for the bed on all fours.
A lost look
dilated pupils,
here there is no God who laughs,
damn the early light.
Because one when it is bundled,
he is fooled by dawn,
and the nine symphonies
can be heard from the pillow.
And the truth is, nothing goes wrong for that guy
because he knows that time is running away,
and roll up the windows and start blowing
the air of the light of dawn.
A night of pack,
when he left his house,
It was a very cold night,
even rats froze.
I found him asleep,
very covered in frost,
come, it's very cold,
go quickly to the house.
You shouldn't have gone out,
that you have been going for a long time,
I find you very much
my soul shrinks.
And the truth is, nothing goes wrong for that guy
because he knows that time is running away,
and roll up the windows and start blowing
the air of the light of dawn.