Whisky, "To you, that does not have a face ..."
to you
banish the night and the sun I will give you
to give you more light and heat.
And if you are not yet satisfied
this life and the next you devote
to fill your mind with sweet emotions.
And if you are not yet satisfied
I consume their hands
to satiate caresses your body.
And if you are not yet satisfied
pluck all the petals of the flowers
to make a bed on which to love Thee.
And if you are not yet satisfied
rapirei and the angels would sing them
only to hear their voices are worthy.
And if you are not yet satisfied
stop the seasons and time
not to let it consume your beauty.
And if you are not yet satisfied
I seek another less pain in the ass.
(Whisky)
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