Tsunami

I suspect that this time it's my turn
To pay for the whole damn party
A black cat crossed my path, dark and punctual
And I couldn't dodge it

It can't serve me in any way
Winning the whole world like this...
If I lose my soul, nothing will be right

There's more blah-blah and more blah-blah...
They want the main thing and not its fleas
Mmm!.. I think this time
The egg is quite saltier, friends

Chubby girl from Pinamar
(never seems to arrive)
Aesthetic herpes and online little butt

Once again that watermelon blaming the pavement
(you don't want to put your shot)

He goes to the wave to drink... and bye!
He goes to the wave to mess around... and bye!
There's a lot of beat and a lot of cheap soul and Japanese bossa nova
There's burning, like crackling
With a celebration of a hundred bad malts

Cocoa sluts and special Turkish
Little screams from progressive stores, without love...
All that crap makes you sick