KARLEV

I'd love to hold the hand of the who healed the blind

And saw the leper run into the arms of love

And king or cripple, they were the same to you

You took a broken man and you treat him like a king.

Keep me,

Won't you, keep me?

-Delirious?

nunca una nena,

quiero arena,

nunca llorona,

quiero piel morena.

quiero ir

hay mucho sufrir

quiero amar

hay mucho que dar

no es soledad

ir con tu Verdad

dos

somos

...continuará...