And I SAY TO ME LE OBAMA AND HILLARY

And I SAY TO ME LE OBAMA AND HILLARY ...
Poor de aquel
Still looking nothing sees,
Still feeling nothing feels,
And yet understanding means nothing
Poor, poor one ...
A poet who is so blind
He sees his glory and not his people,
And from that which is so rabble copla
That just sounds if you get paid.
Woe to that letter which is so cowardly
A messenger without a message,
Ay that sings: Cai my life,
And he throws salt in your wounds.
A plant from which the guitar
The tip of its border,
And that is free from pecao
That pull the first stone.
Niégame the prize of your lips,
Castígame with your silence,
Open the drawer of calvarios, ay, ay
But I am not quite your kisses.
My soul is a chiquillo,
Alone in the dark,
Giving clubs blind
Not knowing where to go.
For you today again my saucer
And dress my shame,
For you this way I ando
But lose your head,
For you collect a thousand pieces,
I will be for you what you want,
For you will always be a miracle
Until the day that I die.
Poor de aquel
Still looking nothing sees,
Still feeling nothing feels,
And yet understanding means nothing
Poor, poor one ...

BLIND IS NOT REMAIN TO BE COMING PRESIDENTS OF THE USA

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