I sold my body to buy clothes
a whore who lives a day by selling laughter
They look like evil women, but they do look like evil women
They are angels in the streets.
I cant find love
Spring night, tossing and turning and getting old
Shes the one who shares her love for the night and takes care of her milk.
She is an angelic messenger.
Many innocent maidens
to protect
Im willing to throw my body
Dont speak ill of the women in that street.
a profession with the history of mankind
Throw everything you have, throw your whole body to live
Dont speak ill of a whore.
Her previous life must have been an angel...