AEZala9

Yo en serio podria morir de un ataque cardiaco en este mundial, ¿Como sobrevivi el ultimo?.

VAMOS ARGENTINAAAAAAAAAAAAA
          
          UNA LOCURAAAAAAAAAAAA
          
          (casi me da un infarto)

Sin ganar, vos no mentís
          No está tan mal
          Nada mal
          
          Va a ser tan lindo hacer un puente
          De verdad, todo para vos
          Va a ser hermoso hacer un puente
          Sobre el mar, solo para vos

Extraño Steven Universe

愛憎愛憎渦巻いて
          大東京狂騒歌って
          廻れ廻れ時代の
          生き恥にずぶ濡れで
          愛憎愛憎を喰らって
          参ろう大層な様で
          離れ離れで終いよ
          然らば又逢いましょう
          愛憎愛憎抱き合って
          最高潮よ何時だって
          騙し騙しで良いの
          代償なんて気にしないよ
          愛憎愛憎に踠いて
          外交愛想振り撒いて
          万物問答無用で終いよ
          然らば又逢いましょう
          Love me, love me
          正しさばかりで
          Hate me, hate me
          全部奪って
          Love me, love me
          愛憎塗れで
          Kill me, kill me
          此処を連れ出して
          Love me, love me
          正しさばかりで
          Hate me, hate me
          今日も無情いね
          Love me, love me
          愛憎塗れで
          Kill me, kill me
          心剥き出しで

Love me, love me
          正しさばかりで
          Hate me, hate me
          全部奪って
          Love me, love me
          愛憎塗れで
          Kill me, kill me
          此処を連れ出して

Me da risa como en inglés no tienen una palabra separada para amar y querer.
          Pero si 4 formas distintas de decir pene.

Ella jura 

No me siento con ganas de escribir

I don't get high no more
          I don't seem to fly no more
          I drink all the drinks, but they don't do the trick
          I do the same drugs, but they just make me sick
          I try and I try, but I can't get my kicks
          The way I did before
          I don't live it up no more
          I don't give a fuck no more
          And there was a time I was queen of the street
          I'd strut and I'd stride, but that shit got me beat
          Now I can't deny that I can't compete
          And frankly, it's a bore
          Lately, I've been thinking about stuff
          I'm quite relieved to concede
          I think I've had more than enough
          I don't pray much no more
          I don't say much no more
          I'm tongue-tied and trite or I ain't got the wit
          The words come out right, but they don't seem to fit
          I shout and I cry, but I have to admit
          It's all been said before (Before, before)
          I don't get high no more
          I can't seem to fly no more
          Since you walked through my door
          I don't live it up, no, I don't give a
          No, I don't get high no more
          And there's no need to pray (No)
          There's not much to say (No)
          Stuff ain't the way that stuff was before
          Since you kicked down my door