Mi Propio Brujo
Peligrosos Gorriones
My Own Warlock
There are many fortunes
That the dice threw at me
The decks, that I picked up over these years
My own warlock, laralara
I can't leave him
I would have tried
I stop his body
I hate never leaving him
I keep trying, laralara
And I regret a hundred times more
I say I regret
It's like a bug
In which I turn
Yes, I'm convinced
I'm bored
Yes, you must have heard me
I don't want more noise
Yes, I'm convinced
I'm bored
Yes, you must have heard me
On a quiet day
