Hola pequeño ser
Pescado Rabioso
Hello little being
Hello little being
what I loved in you
I can't find it anymore
No no
little being
if your mind escapes you have to stop
and learn to live from what you think
it's getting closer now
the shadow of thunder
on the table is the spider of fever
no one wants the flowers of the field anymore
and in the grave you are frozen in tears
and you can't take it anymore
