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Quan la pluja esborrava les nostres
petjades
Quan creies que sempre seria
així
Que mai avançariem
Que les coses no canvien
Pero ho fan
Si
I ara res es el que era
Ara la pluja només
mulla
neteja
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I tu m'abraces per l'esquena
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ens ajuden a canviar
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Barcelona, 26 Febrer 1976--------------------------------------------------------------------
A Charles Bukowski...
BULLET PROOF POET
(Tyla)
As the preacher stumbles from his castle of sin
And his vision gets distorted from the bottle within
But his mouth slurs out the words from a sober heart
They cut deep into open nerves then they tear you apart
This is the ballad of the bullet proof poet
This is the ballad, don't I know it
He gave Jesus tattoos and took the devil's soul
He got the angels drunk and gave them the gutter for a home
This is the ballad of the bullet proof poet
This is the ballad, don't I know it
He loved the most beautiful girl in the mist of wine
A last kiss through cigarette smoke then she quietly slipped of the edge of time
This is the ballad of the bullet proof poet
This is the ballad, don't I know it