5 de Abril

I hear the alarm
is near the fire
the sky is no longer clear

I can not breath
i feel so sick
there is no time to weep and moan

The mushroom stopped in tracks so bright

My body is dry
the old ones
they seem to laugh so loud

There is no time to pray
if you have faith
smile for the last time.

The mushroom



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Ignacio Kuhn, Gabriel Emiliano Kuhn, Nicolas Daniel Archilla
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