four dogs in the street
the firts a war dog
and hasn't bones in the mouth even violence
he lives on to walls and never speacks
lives on to walls and never speacks
the second is a bastard
who knows about hunger and tranquility
and the men's foot in the street
every time he die was born standing in line
and the third is a bitch, always negative
sometimes gives and sows the children in the world.
because of the world are children, children.
four dogs in the street
and the road is a madness , and the afternoon becomes the night already
if there was the moon, if there was the moon could sing.
the fourth dog has a boss,
not know where to go, however there's,
goes back to the brothers and trusts.
occasionally they stop to smell the life, the life.
four dogs in the street and the street
now is crazy and the afernoon becomes the nigth.
if there was the moon,
if there was the moon could sing.
you could sing.