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Lezama Park of devils, skull of the teacher
from Buenos Aires, melancholic...
A child plays alone in the laboratory, he brings a needle
and a bird trapped in his other innocent hand, terrified
he pricks his eyes, sinks the needle firmly.
Blind with pain, in his clumsy flight, eyes without eyes,
The house was full of secrets and the fire seemed strange
like that crime of those trapped in the unresolved elevator
children's game, experiment-game...
Sinks the needle firmly, eyes without eyes
an eternal, nostalgia
of life, always.
To love, to hate, to love, to hate,
everything goes towards the sea.
We write songs, we destroy the songs
Lezama Park of devils, skull of the teacher...
I love the details, I hate generalities, says the young madman.
we are a mixture of sin and sanctities
from the exquisite hell and the heavens I could kill you out of jealousy alone,
I could kill myself out of jealousy... I could kill myself...
The house was full of secrets and the fire seems strange
like that crime of those trapped in the elevator unresolved
an eternal, nostalgia of life, always.
To love, to hate, to love, to hate, everything goes towards the sea.
we write songs, we destroy the songs
Lezama Park of devils, skull of the teacher...
we write songs, we destroy the songs
Lezama Park of devils, skull of the teacher...
from Buenos Aires, melancholic.