In the evenings with a dirty face,
Like an angel in blue jeans,
He sells roses at the tables.
At Bachin`s diner:
If the moon is shining
He eats moonlight and soot bread..

Every day in my...Read more

In the evenings with a dirty face,
Like an angel in blue jeans,
He sells roses at the tables.
At Bachin`s diner:
If the moon is shining
He eats moonlight and soot bread..

Every day in my sadness
He doesn`t want the dawn,
He gets up early on the sixth of January
With a reverse star,
And three royal cats
They steal his shoes
One is left and the other is right..Too!

Every morning from the trash,
With noodles and bread,
He makes himself a kite..
He is a strange and wild man.,
A millennial child,
Which gets confused inside....

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