Marcus Nalgaber

Like a fly on the tongue of a frog

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Oh mummy mummy, 

I can´t stop the time that day to day it erases your life. 

Like a fly on the tongue of a frog,

like a fly on the tongue of a frog, 

that’ s how I look, that’s how I look,

trapped by the voracious appetite of the end of a life

that makes me a prey of a farewell, of a farewell, o f a farewell. 

Oh mummy, mummy, 

I can’t stop the reality that I sift with the hand of my silence

when I look at your face and I find your eyes so blue, so blue…

Best regards


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