For firm conviction of a mouse Not exorcised before I take a flower as I go My face to fustify For firm conviction of a cat Not exorcised before I take a flower as I go My face to justify Again his voice behind the door I gave my dog to the servant And walk to Spain My destiny on the floor Temptation to deny a walk to Spain Such a junk of jokin' talent Speculations on myself Nor a huge starvation About "what you did say yet?" I'm not able to eat ognons Without smiling again and again Cervantes asked me a charachter But I'm no' more walking to Spain.