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Because I know that souls come together
And that bodies in life intersect
Because life is that mysterious
I want you to know that I don't think about anything else
And about your little mouth, your laugh, and your hair
And your little kisses, which pray in my creed
That your wife, you have been carrying me
In a collapse that looks like a heart attack
And and, without freedom
carrying the chains of loneliness
And you will just never call
Thin to the bone, I live in agony
This cannot be cured with penicillin
br/>I have bathed everything in blessed water
And I have put candles in Santa Sofia.
I am a dissident of psychiatry
An invertebrate without anatomy
A half thing, a cold thing
That if you don't come back your life will go away
Because my prayers don't reach heaven
And my promises are sticks from a blind man
Because I'm not a matador or a bullfighter
I want you to know, my baby, that I cannot
With that pain that is like a sword
That has left me cut into two slices
And that I don't give a damn about the days
And what comes, without you and I don't want it
And and, without freedom
Carrying the chains of loneliness
And you will never call without more or more.
Skinny to the bone, I live in agony
This cannot be cured with penicillin
I have bathed everything in holy water
And I have put candles in Santa Sofia
I am a dissident of the psychiatry
An invertebrate without anatomy
A half thing, a cold thing
That if you don't come back its life will go away.
Santa Sofia......
Santa Sofia......
Thin to the bone, I live in agony
This cannot be cured with penicillin
I have bathed everything in holy water
And I have put Candles to Santa Sofia.
I am a dissident of psychiatry
An invertebrate without anatomy
A half thing, a cold thing
That if you don't come back, its life will go away.
Santa Sofia......
Santa Sofia.......
Thin to the bone, I live in agony
This cannot be cured with penicillin
I have bathed everything in holy water
And I have put candles in Santa Sofia
I am a dissident of psychiatry
An invertebrate without anatomy
A half thing, a cold thing
If you don't come back, his life will go away.