Lyrics:
cansado sin saber que sigue alienado Y yo con ganas de jugar aunque no hayan dados Sos más de lo que fantaseo Sos poesía andante trasmutada en el deseo Mas
cansado sin saber que sigue alienado Y yo con ganas de jugar aunque no hayan dados Sos más de lo que fantaseo Sos poesía andante trasmutada en el deseo Mas
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