Lyrics:
precipitat. Un matrimoni amb només quinze anys, una cerimònia enmig d'arbres fruiters, davant dels teus amics ens hauríem besat, ens hauríem casat tu i jo.
Ai, aquest ""ai"" és un bressol ... Els arbres es clivellen, els fruiters regalimen goma. (De Tot és ara i res, Barcelona 1970)
go This for the streets and you techno You sweet and you wear freckles Your fruiter then pebbles You flex I pop like a vessel Fold a hater like
Back in church the next Tuesday Case close and I knew it Tryna be a first fruiter Spiritual execution Now it's like you never knew me The key to my
haters sick I think they fruiter than canteloupe Excuse me where my manners go Crown with the sprite all night I been dancing Shorty not my type pinky out
les vinyes, saltant marges i esbarzers, aniré de cingle en cingle i jauré sota els fruiters. Vine, vine, vine amb mi... Trobaràs el teu paisatge...
the game goes Negus rolling with the same poles Yall fucking sucking on the same hoes Negus fruiter than rainbows Negus see me with the kangol Bitches
Es vidres de pluja ploren, també plora es roser, s'arbre fruiter també plora i jo de plorar no en sé. Dóna'm sa mà amor, mira que freda està. Dóna'm
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