Oliver K7 - A dice
A dice
I murder my act/
I trip in this fact/
Am a tinman/
I am not your rayban.
I am recrossing/
am the dice of the game/
I never rip your feeling/
I'm not remember your name.
Keep distance of my gate/
and of this feverish estate/
I won't feel my hate/
and this tale destroy our fate.
"This foozle happen every time/
this moment is so sublime".
oliver kayo sete
Letras Oliver K7