They tell me "I love you"
They tell me "I love you"
But they don't want the dog
But except from the dog,
everyone else is possessed by evil,
almost at its command,
non-believers and orthodox
of aphorisms that has lost their meanings
They tell me "I love you"
They tell me "I love you"
If you throw out the dog,
excepting the dog,
then nothing remains but absurd men
with their easy solutions,
in their eyes there's a gun
and a drug of reflection
And you don't return here by me
Why don't you return by me any more?
They tell me "I love you"
They tell me "I love you"
But they don't want the dog
But except from the dog
There's paranoia and dispersion,
gray inertia and action movies,
the making of the unions
of the societies of songs
And you don't return here by me
Why don't you return by me any more?