And if the tiger wants to be posed
That buffoon has been silenced
The clock has hypnotized you
Because time will be executed
A casual meeting last night
Five my future of this park won't be at all the same
Five in the depths of that irrational abyss
Like the leader of the pack
You must prepare the escape
You have turned into the predator
Now you must think it over better
As the hole through which I go
As the hole through which I go
As the coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee that I am
There's no lord in crystal gold anymore
Not everything comes from here to there
You have turned into the criminal
Your defender has been the jaguar
My crimson red falls from the sky
The world, if it spins, is no longer itself