Corre-Corre

Last year went by so quickly
I know it was a rush-rush-rush
The whole year I spent without money
I know it was a matter of keeping that ball in the air
As if flying a kite

It's not always windy
But there's always a way to figure it out
When it comes to life or death
And if I'm not mistaken
In the next year
That dose of hemlock is coming that I'll have to swallow
As if it were a fruit juice
As if I were the great crazy one

Run-run-run
Run-run-run