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.