... tú solo eres Romanov.
Cuando algo no tiene sentido directo para mi, se lo busco. Tal vez no encuentre el "real", el que el autor buscaba que se entendiera, pero seguramente le encontrare uno, diferente, uno que para mi lo significará todo, tan claro como el cielo en dónde no vivo. Por eso; por eso yo soy Talasocracia, y tú, tú solo Romanov.
Thalassocracy
Wait
It isnt so great
Since you learned karate chop
Youre walking machs
And Im just swimming in the slop
You wave your wand at me
And make me dance flip-flop
I want to sing for you
And make your head go pop
The inuit man
Had not so much a caesar
He had provision
Say
Youre spraying in the windy
And Im just pissing off
Im literally deaf down here
From your canned philosoph
Softly can you hear me
Through the sucking of your quaff
Im thallasocracy
And youre just romanov
The inuit man
Had not so much a caesar
He had provision
Frank Black.
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