La Dels Beatles

Pour the bottle of wine, for table and cloth
Like for a wedding, like for the king
Choose a dress that's not out of style
Without shame, without remedy

Pay homage to the death of your hatred
Shout, wild, the faith of the convert. Uff
They fall like flies to honey, flattery
They didn't fly, they weren't birds, no
They set traps, they put brakes, they counted
Things

They think they know, they know you
And they don't flow neither fast nor slow
Toni, knows by damn, and knows more by old
Feeling the bullets through the air, through the sea
They put on airs, they scratch so badly
And they talk nonsense, they follow trends, they waste pens
No need for stones, they fall on their own

It's the key and not the hammer
It's not the feather, it's the brush
We all keep a secret
A faith: Swear, promise
No reproaches, no flowers, no laws
It's not the heart, it's the guts
Is that floor clean?
They'll kiss where I step on the coin

So late, always so late
The person never changes
The degree of loneliness changes
And the pain weighs on the hands

Because the problems pile up
And the talent that's been hidden
And the past stirs them up more
Memories that don't nourish, memories that make you hungry
Ready but abandoned, they were always ready

I already know you like The Beatles more
That the verse lacks strength
But friend, don't crucify me
Because whoever does everything they can, is never obligated to more