My little beast, live in my body,
My little son, draw with chalk in me.
Let the bubbles, play the drums,
Just do not go, do not want more scars.
Live and look for fresh wounds
Believe and lie in what that mystery
Again, I'm afraid the last light
Do not go, will soon be over summer
My little beast, live in my body,
My little son, draw with chalk in me.
Let the bubbles, play the drums,
Just do not go out, do not want more scars.
Close again and be with you
Gently play your beard
Know you want friends and acquaintances
Do not go, go mad in a different way.
My little beast, live in my body,
My little son, draw with chalk in me.
Let the bubbles, play the drums,
Just do not go, do not want more scars.
My little animal, little son,
The little beast, little son.
