Like a fly on the tongue of a frog

Like a fly on the tongue of a frog

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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