Small, friendly, writen machine
protect their saliva, I protect my soul
Protect your language torturing his ear
it is clear that I will contest
offering my flesh, my dear scar
I'll give you, give you tons of music... music

I am finishing to die and end my agony
save their lives, because there is, the millions of deaths
and I look like one ...
filhofilhofilhofilhofilhofilhofillhoda ...
blame the man who seduces me more

We embark on this, which seems
and no one will discover

I'll give you tons of music

And I look like one ...
and I look like one ...
and I look like one ...
and I look like one ...

Yeah yeah yeah ooh!
iabadaberem iabardaberem. hey!