The company says that the pace is lacking
And what is the question of dexterity this impression?
And I tell them that my moon sings softly
And that this arrhythmia that heals me is my passion
I can hardly imagine band and chorus
And with forty lamps over me?
They do not realize that this idyll happens all
And that the embrace that animates me has no end
It is this strength my rhythm, the calm
To start singing
And not a little adornment, without a soul
That only invites you to brincote
Go then the truth, go then the truth
To sell myself among millions I had my time
With scholars and senators of the Bilboard club
But they only looked at me between reflections
And not touching hearts always in light
That is worth more in the distance I wonder
What a guerrilla could do to me like the one I am
If you have a price this guitar will lose your taste
If you ask me what I prefer, live from the sun
Only among all we can make this a better place :)