Jura Y Gana

Swear and win, beat the word tomorrow how nice to always be able to rely on time and desire (x2)

If the cure hurts more than the bullet and when nothing is expected and when it doesn't heal, tell me how much you love me
if they call a dog an apple, they have even called me vulgar. Where is the problem?
If I already know the path that leads to my cove no baby no baby no baby no your cards are bad...
The story repeats itself and our story is a story of war in this life you have to fight

Swear and win, beat the word tomorrow how nice to always be able to rely on time and desire (x2)

Why spend a fortune on negotiations to see who says better no, the sun no longer shines the moon doesn't shine, the river of the dead is full of rafts
if everything is changing the day is starting the flags are counted you have to have desire, I want to change tomorrow with my hands I see the future between the sheets in another place in another era where we jump the barriers forget the limp no minister represents me better than me without pressure my boat sails...

Swear and win, beat the word tomorrow how nice to always be able to rely on time and desire (x2)