don t desperados

And hour by hour it doesn’t get any easier.
This calm is like a storm.
And out of nowhere suddenly
Talking about guitar.
I bought it by chance, I don't know how to play.
And she stood in the corner and could still stand.

I always look for signs
Not the ones along the roads.
And the landmarks are those that
appeared in my dreams.
Well, the result is this:
What kind of corazon is this?
Cobaliers moon stars
This calm is like a storm.

What is said is written.
Oh, the Spanish language is noble.
Don pokes me at the guitar.
I can’t understand what?
Layer of dust, sorry
I don't know how to play.

Well, I opened the lessons
And there's a woman sitting there
And I drew a comb
It is so simple
Notes, he says.
You're playing bad aunty
I know this song
All wrong.
but here are the combs on the strips
You turned out beautifully.

I can't take the guitar
It's four in the morning and everyone is asleep now.
Muchacho, why should I work?
I don't get paid anyway.

Where on my head
This is a sombrero with pompoms
That's not mine.
Geta my, just what,
I have the correct height in them.
And the right look.
Heeled shoes are for those
who can't walk on stilts.
Geta in case of rice fields on the way.
Corn fields?
O Great Quetzalcoatl,
This again is not Kansas at all.
Not Hainan at all.
Not Moscow?
No.
This is not a dream, but some kind of nightmare.

Yes, noble caballero,
By the way, your sombrero is not yours either.
Donkey for me, horse for you. Fine.
And here is this guitar,
Even I don't know whose.

The sun is over the hill and mi corazon
The sky can't be too blue.
We should sing songs here.
That's what the signs indicated. We obey.
Not servants, but representatives.
You can consider yourself a sheriff.
They don't care at all
that I can't play the guitar.
And it’s desert here, too.
Nobody cares about this.

There's a purple sky here
should we follow these signs?
Amigo, don't ask a question
if you don't want to know the answer.
And no, they shouldn't.
But we will sing about the impossibly blue sky.
Of course there are no notes.
These combs just confuse everything.
Give me my guitar.

“..Por la sierra yo me vOy,
Las estrellas y la luna
Ellas me dicen donde vOy.”

When I'm driving through the desert,
Then I sing about the mountains.
During the day I remember the stars
At night the sun is hot.
This is how I update the time
This motive is simple.

Everything I love is with me.
I'm a snail in my house
Hey!
Snail?
What are you singing?

Let's replace it with an elephant.
The snail is small.
Yes white rum
And red rum
He is from the Dominican Republic.
All the women there are beautiful
Figures like Miss Kardoshian.

Well, what are you singing?
This song is about that
What doesn't happen
too impossible
purple color of the sky.
and calm always looks like a storm.

We won't be able to go back.
Yes, and that doesn't mean we're lost.
This is exactly how hell is described.

“Leaving and returning” is a Chinese tradition.
I like.
But you are not Chinese and you cannot change that.
I want to be Chinese.
you don't have enough for this
pure naivety of the heart.
You don't like dumplings and lanterns enough.
You never succeed in lying, right?
We can only take for ourselves what we really love.
We're definitely in hell.

I'm never going back.
I never trust myself.
A word is never repeated twice.
Twice does not mean repeat for everyone.
We're going for the gold
Why do you need to come back?
Is it really going for gold again?
Is this song really about the purple sky?
Don `t doubt.
When they sing about the impossible,
then they never mention him.

This hasn't sounded like a song for a long time.
What does it look like?
this is a Ouija keyboard writing
She thinks she's accompanying an orchestra
because now she's a piano.
Are you probably a conductor then?
I’m generally left-handed and can’t play the guitar.
And with my right hand I can hit myself in the eye with a spoon,
If there is, I'll start it for her.
These are not sounds.
There are no such guitarists.

It all sounded like that. This is exactly the sound.
Scary?
Nobody cares.
Certainly.
Is this not a song anymore?
For a teacher with notes - no.
These are pictures of hell.
People will read this, they have thoughts, they may not understand the jokes.
I never joke.
I will go to bed for the second time that night and wake up in a normal place in the morning.
Yes, repeat this cycle exactly.
It's a joke?
No.
And this?
Well, this is English humor, no one understands it.

I think they are funny people.
Yes, they never smile.
It was the note B.
You don't know them.
It was his little finger, there was no string for him.
In the morning the donkey was tired.
Do we have a donkey?
Yes, you're riding it.

This is a play. This is a joke, and there is not a single line said seriously except this one.
Do you want me to be responsible for my words in court? We understand the outrage, but you have no evidence. Read Nietzsche, he is a great humorist.
Is this called the final chord?
The conductor fell into the orchestra pit?

Where did the symphony orchestra come from?
No, I want to know why pianists have such necklines.
Do you want to be sarcastic about this topic?
You either need to undress or dress.
Such a deflection of the back should interfere with playing.
Give me a seaweed tamale.

This eagle is about to fall from the sky and the sun will fry it.
If it's well-done, we'll eat it.
I think it’s time to see mirages with waterfalls on the horizon.
I don't like heat.
What is this about learning to play the guitar?
Riding a donkey?
This donkey is better than a metronome; it does everything for you.
Sad song my hands will melt now.
And this is a Spanish guitar. We must show respect.
What is a Spanish guitar doing in the Mexican desert interesting?
Give me more tamales.
How can you eat in such heat?

Is our song still about the purple sky?
Yes, sure.
We are driving through the desert with a guitar.
The donkey walks unevenly, he prevents me from playing.
There is no order with the donkey, you play unevenly.
There is no sound, it's probably all a dream.

I'll wake up some morning and play them.
This aunt is a teacher, you would think she has never ridden a donkey on the sand.
Don't be proud.
Show me.
It's not a song anymore.

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Morning has come.
Everything is clear, noble sir.
We prefer the best in life.
Therefore, I can be evicted from the apartment
with my Yamaha if I continue.
I don't have white tequila with salt
 no white rum and no donkey
I'll go work in a brothel.
What are you singing!?
Is this song called desperada?
There are no such words.
ta da da da mi corazon.

Am I still riding a donkey?
Is there white rum in my pumpkin?
this is for the right hand.
Of course, I always have a katana in my left one,
suddenly they will attack us.
this is an impossible task.
remove the tamale from your right hand by the way.
How do you even hold a guitar if both hands are full?
I will be evicted from my house, I swear to you.
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