Pablo Natario

I am a preacher with a message for my people Over the world, scratching on the ground Looking for the […]

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake feed

Discurro sobre el bien Discurro sobre el bien, discurro sobre el mal; como si supiera quién es quién, acuso sin

You re sweeter than the morning When the sun is shining down on me There is nothing you can say

I ll swallow up all of you Like a big bottle of big, big pills You re the one that

Cuando tenías en tus ojos el sol Viejo ciego, llorabas cuando tu vida era buena, cuando tenías en tus ojos

Mary Long is a hypocrite She does all the things that she tells us not to do Selling filth from

Her heart is in my hand It shivers like a toad She tries to understand the Tiny lump that s

Cuando mi canto se vuelve paloma Cuando mi canto se vuelve paloma, luz en la sombra esperanza que asoma, podré

Changes, visible changes Sky looking so for long It looks like the world being born On one more rainy day

Carta a mis amigos Hoy vuelvo a recordar la dulce adolescencia los senderos perdidos de mi pueblo pequeño. Vuelvo a

Devil in my Lunchbox Dude you ve the groovest message I ve ever heard in my fucking life, dude, I