At forty-ten
Forty-nine they say I look
More sooner than later
I have to face the delicate moment
Of starting to think< br/>To collect myself, to settle down
To resign myself to dictating a will
(Sorry for the sadness)
So that my loved ones are condemned
To an unpleasant future
br/>Do not suffer what I have suffered, I have decided
Not to leave you a penny
Only rights of love
A seven in the heart and a sea of u200bu200bdoubts
On condition that they do not
They undersell them, at the market, my widows
And when, my dew
The soul stings and the chickenpox passes
And a red chill
Mark the age of my carmela's turkey
They will have a bad example, a hulla hop
And a d'artacán that will bark at them
br/>For every kiss he bargained with them
The braggart of his father
But without rushing, that, to the masses
Of requiem, I was never a fan
br/>That, the wooden suit, which I will wear for the first time
It is not even planted
That, the priest, who is to give me extreme unction
It is not yet The altar boy
That, to be commercial, this song
It lacks a good chorus
Since I've been dating the pale lady
I'm doing more It's dead that I live
But sleeping eternal sleep in your bed
It seems excessive to me
And, that which I have never given up searching for
In open lips
br/>They say that there are kisses of those that, they give them to you
And they resurrect a dead person
And, if you come to my grave to visit
On the day of my birthday
And I won't attend to you, wait for me, in the living room
Until I come back from the bathroom
Who cares matter
After death, that one has his vices
The day of final judgment
God may be my public defender
But without rushing, let , to the masses
Of requiem, I was never a fan
That, the wooden suit, which will be brand new
It is not even planted
That , the priest, who has to give me last rites
He is not yet an altar boy
That, to be commercial, this song
It lacks a good chorus

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