Credulidad

The old grapes of a love in the closet
They are those things that are shrouding you
Making this reservation
Your mind will already be progressing

But you go where smiles give you
Those hooded men from an old world
No, don't you see that they give you nothing?

Credulity
Credulity

The peculiarity of our great dungeon
It's this kind of terror through the forest
Laughter, baby, cannot arise
Unless you climb the tree

Well, the tree is the truth
Rest for your body, close your eyes now
Today you are going to throw away your grapes

Credulity
Credulity