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