If there is hell for my
and there is hell for vos
that nothing separates to us please
All along that I lost
I am not going it to repeat
I do not want to be equal to which I was
I do not watch but television
There is nothing no to see
I leave to take a walk by the city
And in a firing one canci {on
Graffitti in my becomes
It gives gives gives gives gives
It gives gives gives gives gives
A graffitti in my interior
It says to me that tomorrow it is today
It gives gives gives gives gives
It gives gives gives gives gives
I feel far better
Knowing that tomorrow it is today
Again
If there is a sky for my
and there is a sky for vos
that nothing separates to us please
All along that perdi
I am not going it to repeat
I do not want to be equal to which I was
I do not watch more television
there is nothing no to see
I leave to take a walk by the city
and in a firing a song
graffitti in my becomes.