Mayo, es ese día que se repite, de sol a la mañana, de tardes que ya son noches, y sin entenderlo nos envuelve el frío.
Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm, That pit a pats through my brain. So darn persistent, The day isn’t distant, When it’ll drive me insane. Each morning I get up with the sun, Start a hopping, Never stopping, To find at night no work has been done…