Ja Ja Je Je (Canción de Cuna Para Kurt Cobain)

Oh, honey metal
I'm crossing your puddle of fluid and flesh
Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, he, he
I hate your look
Today if I see you again without seeing you I will hate you
Ticking in the clear eye without blinking
Meta, honey metal, what are you drawing?
And the shotgun that fires the shot of truth

I don't want to see you, the hate is over
In her clear eyes there is lively crying
He goes without an angel ring, he is alive
It will only shoot
Ha ha

Run for the devil's sake
Mud stains skin without disturbing it
The pains of running no longer reach him
It must hurt the heart a lot

Running for the devil's sake
I crack my entire soul when I fall
Trigger now without Sun is shining for him
And the happy booger on the spoon
He is marking the barrel of his gaze
He sleeps with his head down, weighing down his pillow
There is no need to see anymore
There is no more hate