I have ticket without return
and a pile of dreams within velís;
A good bye for my old,
much fear and many desire of being able to live.
To open the wings to escape endless,
to find freedom
far from here, here.
Choir:
A guitar and my childhood,
the school and my first time,
friends who I have not returned to see,
are remained behind me.
A cigarette, a song,
the photos of the first love,
memories in my room,
is remained behind me.
Ooh! Being behind me.
Being back of me!
Behind me, Ooh!
I have a knot in the throat,
I have a map that takes me country to another;
The attempt of a letter,
a history and many desire of being able to live.
To open the wings to escape endless,
to find freedom
far from here, here.
Choir:
A guitar and my childhood,
the school and my first time,
friends who I have not returned to see,
are remained behind me.
A cigarette, a song,
the photos of the first love,
memories in my room,
is remained behind me.
Ooh! Being behind me.
Being back of me!
Behind me, Ooh!
Choir:
A guitar and my childhood,
the school and my first time,
friends who I have not returned to see,
are remained behind me.
A cigarette, a song,
the photos of the first love,
memories in my room,
is remained behind me.
Choir:
A guitar and my childhood,
the school and my first time,
friends who I have not returned to see,
are remained behind me.
A cigarette, a song,
the photos of the first love,
memories in my room,
is remained behind me.
A guitar and my childhood.
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