Go on, send, gather all you can take
Come on, everything looks good is your grasp already
His son was ugly and crazy
Am crying like fire in the sunlight
The alchemists are already in the hallway
And has nothing else, black love

The road is for you and the game is indecency
Gather everything you could coincidentally
And the walking street painter
Only draws crazy on your table
Under his feet also cracked the sky
And has nothing else, black love

Your seasick sailors abandon the sea
His unarmed warriors will not fight
Your boyfriend will already giving out
Taking the blankets, now what?
Until the carpet without you flew
And has nothing else, black love

The stones of the path, leave behind
Forget the dead, they did not raise more
The bum on the street begging
Wearing the same clothes as was his
Chalk another match, another life
Another light, another color
And has nothing else, black love