Entro las Pinones y la ola es pequena,
Oh my Golly!

Vamos para la luna caribe,
Oh my golly!
Besando chichando con surfer rosa,
Oh my golly!,
Se fue su madera
Oh my golly!

Rosa oh oh oh Rosa,

Yo soy playero pero no hay playa,
Oh my golly!
Bien perdida la surfer rosa,
Oh my golly!

La vida total es un porqueria porqueria,
Oh my golly!
Esto no es mas, que vida!
Oh my golly!
Rosa oh oh oh Rosa

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I enter Pinones and the wave is small,
Oh my golly!

Let's go to the caribbean moon,
Oh my golly!
Kissing and fucking with surfer rosa,
Oh my golly!
His wood is gone,

Oh my golly!
Rosa oh oh oh Rosa
I'm a beach goer but there's no beach,
Oh my golly!
Very lost the surfer rosa,
Oh my golly!

Total life is shitty shitty.
Oh my golly!
This ain't more,what a life!
Oh my golly!
Rosa oh oh oh Rosa

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

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C'est un trou de verdure, où chante une rivière
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit: c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons.

Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert ou la lumière pleut.

Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme
Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme:
Nature, berce-le chaudement: il a froid.

Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine.
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine
Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.

She says It helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?

The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.

She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey to the female,
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.

The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes.
I've been swinging all the time, think it's time to learn your way.
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok.

I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing you don't sleep tonight

It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
You come here to me.
We'll pick up those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me...

She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal