The cigar burn about my hands
my lips experiment the life
the music go up in the sky
and a single question is
where will I be when all is finished?
My soul, my life, my parents
where?
I just think then the world is terrible
and the flowers aren’t more in the heart
The cigar burn now about my life
taking everything what’s bad about your smoke
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