Love unflattering the world
Is a grenade that I'm holding in my hand
And having my eyes tied with a Gipsy veil
I don't know who, but I can feel
Is biting off my lip with their teeth
Looking into my eyes
You shouldn't behave
As if you wanted to throw
A letter into a letter box
This is evidence of contrition
A stone at the bottom of green well
Now it's not in force
You could've run away
Yet with this last
Treacherous kiss
But you wanted to steal
A pin from my teeth
Love unflattering the world
Especially Don Quixotes with wild sight
With white sneakers, in the storm
They are more gothic than yesterday
Two beer bugs after emptying a barrel
Looking into my eyes
You shouldn't behave
As if you wanted to throw
A letter into a letter box
This is evidence of contrition
A stone at the bottom of green well