Amor Por Cojer
Buenos Muchachos
Love for F***ing
Tin Letters
Squeezed into your cup without coffee
Dying
They die
The steel chest shines
And it is polished when you wake up
And see you
And see you
Seeing you
I'm lucky to see you
On the pillow again
The pupils are mirrored
Love for fucking
If the meat melts
It's okay to wake up
