Great crowd of transgressors,
they are only mediocre actors
that for obsession for censors
they suffer their life of horrors.
I will survive the earthquake,
the great tidal waves I’ll shake,
and to the hasty verses I make,
it’s a blue way to do my escape.
But without you, I will die.
For you, I’ll sin then say “bye”.
For your happiness I will fight.
For my future is not so bright.
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