That night full of stars
She passed Full Of Grace
I held her by the hair
And I got a kick out of it

She moaned, she cried
And the full moon lit up
Then I took a glass poop
And buried in his navel

She howled, she moaned
A little bird flapping its wings
A violin played waltz
And the full moon lit up

With pliers I twisted
Your nipples so delicate
She asked me to stop
And I felt a strange calm

The Fireflies countered
And the full moon lit up
And I went pulling wire by wire
Of her light brown hair

On every wire I plucked
It was a tear, it was another tear
The groves of silver color
The full moon lit up

And with the expertise of an obstetrician
In the middle of a forest full of flowers
I pulled it out of her
A horrible bixo called Man

The birds in revoada
The full moon lit up
My life is that story
No matter how much I paint it's always dark

Pro I ask no answer
But suddenly I took a fright
I looked into my soul
And the full moon lit up