El tiempo de las cerezas
Enrique Bunbury
The time of cherries
it's time to go, leaving little by little
the time of cherries
ever comes in November
I don't feel like writing, there are other ways to escape
and be crazy just... just for crazy
now I know you will find out there
others better...
don't worry about me, I'm like cats and I land on my feet
and it doesn't hurt when they hurt me
there are invisible fences for incredible doctrines
small catechisms for abbey onanists
they tore apart forever
this shared loneliness
saint lucia with lynx eyes doesn't see clearly...
now I know you will find out there
others better...
don't worry about me, I'm like cats
and I land on my feet.. and it doesn't hurt when they hurt me
don't worry about me, I'm like cats
and I land on my feet.. and it doesn't hurt.
