I walk, I walk out that it is raining, I go out of the sky raining down notes, notes of a pianist who is on the roof. Caen eighth, black and round, eighth notes, white and silent. That in my umbrella lyrics resonate notes that in oblivion the day there flashes of joy. What if it rains out it's for, why not the sun rises today, today is hidden in the clouds intimidated by the moon. Princess Believe me when I say that one day my heart was yours and in my deepest sympathies go without me ashamed to even look at your tower. I will not be I am your savior or your knight in flames, I will not live this adventure that I find myself reluctantly. And the poet forgotten
also walks through the roof. Hey tell me, what lies beyond the mountains? What say you smell me? I never hear when I speak, always ask if I said something ...
Five violinists are bad luck, four have a pass and six are good-looking, but five, five is a horrible number for a fiddler. Fees and symphonies, pizzicato you happy thoughts filled his head with a full earnest Carpe Diem. Look as I digress, and do not even know what I say, meeting with black widow spider the masts of my guitars.
Ay! Kutxi! I am bloated in this genre degraded by society, that my intentions were good and nearly finished the soles walking on the Gran Via in Madrid. That museums are my houses and if one day I want, I certainly will not find me because I am never, ever am another ... To say more I am not.
And if I look deeper I fall, and I saw my funeral, I saw a sweet piano, a black lady who smiled so that I get into the water and passed from man to frog.
Because I am going through the hills of Úbeda! If I walk by the shower of notes and I see a young, you know I never wanted to smile, who was always happy, without showing that it was. And a passionate kiss and a caress concealed. What a strange madness that funeral to love, from death to the passion ... That ended that dream awake, I hang from a tree and tell me the reason for my demented mind, that the children have lost me as a king and became like a buffoon ... Woe to anyone who wants to approach me.
Hey ... Am I awake?
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