En la lucha sin rumbo no puedo encontrar un lugar para mí:
Dijo que era hora de morir.
Y olvida como manejamos..
Cansado de fumar pasajeros.
Todo, todo, para todo, mío
Por encima de mí, nubes negras colgadas al azar
Hermanos delanteros, mantengan la línea
Anno domini, donna apasionada.
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