Why because i

 

Why me, why me, tell me why,
i am in you until me why;
because i fly the cuestion.
I regret the why, why you
no tell, no in, that´s the reflexion.

The heart of the rose,
of the idle life
of short beauty,
the very simplicity
of faith itself.
And why me you, tell me why;
you, us only remember.
Forever why; me and you,
Ou.

And the violin floated
gave the silence,
the crying of time
on a promise.
Promise to feel.
This is the real question.
The simple word
free of your highness,
is a parable
of greater simplicity.
Implicity in me, i try you, why me in...
Hell bien.

The great consonant
in definition,
every action of laughter,
the sisa of the wind
that extinguishes the flame;
they call at midnight...

The nest of speech
as ideology, mine
or yours, spectacular,
to see like hallelujah,
shuns into space
slowly and inside
to the center of everything,
mode of question
of importing it beloved.

Remember why because i...

Like a gag, it bites and tears you apart, it tears you apart and grinds you, it kills you and embraces you. Oh, you again Ou i

Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, Oui.

This is how my beloved song ended.