Mayfly on a Sunday afternoon

Nunca deberia haberte buscado En aquella tarde fria de Abril Para nunca saber tu nombre Ni tu existencia Si tristeza tuviera una cara Seria la tuya Si tiempo perdido tuviera ojos Serian los tuyos Si boludez tuviera direccion Seria la tuya Si a cada pazo adelante Ya estoy en otro lugar Un lugar bien lejosj De ti Boludo de mierda!

I remember the little readhead girl Who was inlove with Charlie Brown Red was her passion Red was Charlie Brown In her fantasies But Charlie Brown was such a looser Allways a begger never a chooser Locked inside his world of Dungeons and Dragons And Iron Maiden Come with me Charlie Let me show you the world Let me teach you about love And all the fire in my desire In my red world of passion So time passed by They both grew up It was the day That finnaly,Charlie, kicked that ball And he remembered the Little readhead girl Who sat next to him In the classroom That day she was his fantasy In a centerfold of a magazine _x_