Month face paddles in a puddle,
From the sky shines purple satin.
I'm no use to anyone,
Lonely and drunk, one.
A little good in life,
Pain does not sink in the damn wine,
Even and, he loved, ceased
I smile at the meeting.
For what? And for that, that I drink,
Is it possible for it to abuse,
Kohl on this planet on a drunken
My poor mother gave birth.
I'm no use to anyone,
Lonely and drunk, one.
Month face paddles in a puddle,
From the sky shines purple satin.
