The Alley of Miracles

My alley with all its miracles
Your alley, oh! Bang, bang, bang!
Gardens with their golden apples
And in your garden, oh! Bang, bang, bang!

Your fifteenth birthday is bitter puddles
And there's that stone that wants to sink you (oh, no)

Death that looks at you, turns a blind eye
Empty basins, bang, bang, bang!
You are tied up on the bathroom floor
Face down and, bang, bang, bang!

A bang doesn't change your expression
It's the bills that give you excitement

(Those kids don't feel anything)
(They don't feel like they can die)
(And nothing for you)

What smells you with its black snout
He is the pichicho of the law
You dreamed of Filipino maids
Dead flirt, oh! Bang, bang, bang!
Perfumes that are cloying and dizzying
With the miracles of my alley

My alley
My alley with all its miracles
Your alley, oh! Bang!