On some days I often listen to this beautiful song Baustelle, and each time I take shades ... but how beautiful!
Baustelle - Il Corvo Joe
bums look at me while I chew the lizard
today is Sunday, people all gold glitters
while watching the ducks inventing happiness
I understand that the overflight and cursing my diversity
but we live in the park is my life be
symbol of fear and death, darkness at my clothes
the kids smile, "Mom look at him, that beast is it? "
trees comfort me open my wings and remain immobile
students avoid them
prefer the rich widows
with platinum rings
are a fine gentleman thief but
I am the raven Joe
I fear
let me be careful
only certain poets of evil I can sing!
The bourgeoisie sit around and then read the newspaper
boys kissing, is about to strike noon
without grace and croaking I approach them and then beg
if only for today I was free to speak
"pleasure: joe crow, there to eat?
only stones throw
know you deserve to go to my eternal sorrow "
I am the raven Joe
I fear
let me be careful
only certain poets of evil I can sing !
But I forgive you because basically in your hearts
dried blood that is destined to live to die
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