Vaya panda de guarros. Estuvimos hablando al final con Julen y si le llega a dar el tunecino un poco mas abajo, le parte la espalda.
Hoy iremos otra vez a ver la final. Con el Kiel mas dificil, pero el ambiente sera menos tenso...
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here Don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night, they reach or their moment and try to make an honest stand...
But they wind up wounded not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland...