19.08.2021
Salsa²
[Laura Bonsai verse]I know my place but I have no strength left
Neither for the country nor to raise flags
Open a fucking book that you don't even know what you wave
If you vote, for principles not for money in the wallet
Life sometimes weighs with what you carry
You have to change things so that they are different
We must support each other
Because they have also labeled me a groupie, partner
Mixing feelings as usual
Caring about the person and not the way I illuminate myself, (bad)
I'm looking for myself until I get scared
I swear to you that this streak cannot be tolerated by anyone
Already, tired of this story even if they try
To sell it to me on fity-fifty so that later they deny it to me
Tell me who gets you up and I'll tell you who you are
They'll make you learn to know what is what you want
With little eyes mandella1, here you have me
Tracing the path myself among their goods
In order to grow I move away from other flowers
For you four kids2, the elders respect me
Squeezing the juice out of you
When I do what I feel I'm wrong, that's why I ask, (you know)
Not a crow to splash me
I pay for what is cool and I don't wait for someone to pay for me
[Verse Felinna Vallejo]
They were waiting for me and I was wearing flowers
[?] of my mother's fetus that I inherit
Calculating all my life for lack of luck
I don't have time or the desire to love you strongly
And then you sing to me that it hurts
And I walk around with my calling inspiration
I want you for a moment, a short while
Then I don't want you to come and tell me why, (about what)
That getting up early is cured by air sampling
Balance the one that I don't have and I long for them to give me
That I'm not easy and less since you saw me
Since those black eyes have gone a hundred thousand feet
The hard hand for the one who wants and doesn't tan
I don't want you to dance for me if you don't hear me sing to you
In the middle of the thames, hesitating for [?]
This comes hot and I'm flowing to the dragging baby
It tastes so much to me that you taste like art
I love you so little that I just want to write to you
Everything is fine until I start to portray you
I do a couple of laps and here there's nothing else to do
I didn't get used to being so unstable
But I fancy this wiggling from Monday to Monday
If not, why would I be with this singing stuff
With this fine, crazy face, about to kill, (so what)