"everything is broken up and dances"

Here comes the indian, running inside, outside. Looking all over the place, feeling the disgrace and with a mind in bloom. Nobody knows. THE PLEASURE IS IN DA HOUSE ladies and gentelmens
Memories.
Mushrooms growing.
The wind needs to be hunted for us...NOW OR NEVER.
wasting the time, living with a little tanguito in my ear.
Nothing is in vain, someday  will realise...