Ck

She is a flower, an antidote, a plane,
a pot of dreams, a shot of color,
a light that until it crushes the sun invites its aroma.

No, no, don't want to rescue me,
don't throw me to kill...
If we are both keruzas, stop pretending
so your head will be calmer.

I planted my seed in your body, madness will make you sprout.
It burns on your stone lips and we're going to ignite.
(yes, yes!)

If I demanded from the heart to untangle myself from this love,
my body in life would remain asleep.

Because without you there's no party in the hall,
without you there's no carnival on my balcony,
without you there's no wine to sweeten my heartbeats.

Nor are there droughts that dry the sadness of this land,
C.K. that dries the blood of the planet,
Dry that c.k. the poison of your legs.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.

Dry that dries the sadness of this land,
C.K. that dries the blood of war,
Dry that c.k. they blow our minds.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.

I planted my seed in your body, madness will make you sprout.
It burns on your stone lips and we're going to ignite.

Nor are there droughts that dry the sadness of this land,
C.K. that dries the blood of the planet,
Dry that c.k. the poison of your legs.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.

Dry that dries the sadness of this land,
C.K. that dries the blood of war,
Dry that c.k. they blow our minds.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.

The shots are already heard,
they are screams of the poets that the asphalt gave... (x2)

Droughts that dry the sadness of this land,
C.K. that dries the blood of the planet,
Dry that c.k. the poison of your legs.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.

Dry that dries the sadness of this land,
C.K. that dries the blood of war,
Dry that c.k. they blow our minds.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.
Dry, C.K., blind, dry, c.k.

I love you. pl❤️