She is called Macarena,
and she has a sentence to fulfill,
She cuts her hair and she is sad,
time is running out,
In reality she was the godmother,
and she has another garden,
She confused nine moons and the child did not see her coming,
She escapes and she is sad,
they can no longer live together,
The child fulfilled her sentence,
a letter she learned to write,
In the school's classroom,
the columns are diagonal,
They were in defense of a star and a love of hormone,
Like a wildere Calypso integrated into the sea,
She was not out of ego,
she was not twisted,
Even 친 disks respected me,
Broke the game and I was born again,
She accepted the fire and I knew to love,
It does not have a rule,
it is a way toxin,
The more you see,
the more you want to give,
There are peaches with melon,
they want gold and anixir.

The young crepuscular that later learned to die.

The metaphor that leads,
Macarena here to live.

It is the time that we have left to learn to exist.

The autumn that judges us,
will not be able to love again.

It is the wind in the tide,
now I am Vite Mac.

Peluche without blasphemy for his envy and anxiety.

You do not confuse innocence with false freedom.

Like a rodent of intense rod,
the alice on the sea,
was not for ego or for the mind.

You respected me until I was about to get married.

I left the game,
I was born again.

I accepted the fire and I knew how to love.

It has no rule,
it is a blind use.

The more you see,
the more you want to give.