RED CORAL
coral red, the blood veins
give it, please, to whomever I wanted
good for you and there is only
that color until you find another love ...
my beautiful shoes, beautiful and give her
still good, my friends I pray you, in a ragged
he will find comfort in
the true essence of poverty ...
dates the guitar to my dearest friend
He will sing the things I do not say
sound better, stronger
play my guitar after my death ...
your roses black
let us think outside the sunset to give me her colors
pity for those who remain, those who die for peace
a tree has fallen but is growing a flower ...
and you, brothers, brothers who remained
please do not make me desperate
the faces even if that priest cursed me
eternity you can be assured that I will not go to hell ...
coral red, the blood veins
give it, please, to whomever I wanted
good for you and there is only
that color until you find another love ... SPIRO AGNEW
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