I try sometimes to forget that poetry,
I leave places with double sands on my heel
I wanted to believe that my memory would no longer bite
but they want to bite ... but they want to bite.
Others told me things that I did not know,
a beautiful journey, nothing can reproach them.
I have lived seven even lives,
with a pencil draw the hemispheres ...
But now that I'm on the road,
The day has come
to go back where they know my name ...
I want to go back home.
You are far, another world,
where the scream and the whisper
of triumphs and disasters,
I think and I shake.
You are the land of another world
of pure hearts,
of fire are your wings.
I always want to go back.
How beautiful is the way home.
I always want to go back, come back, come back ...
You will try to follow perfumes, laughs and joys,
what is it worth
I will try to find the rivers that say my name.
I will deny that your requintos touch
melodies of old songs, you can ...
Maybe if someone calls me and has marksmanship
some day by the door of the house I look ...
Follow your voice, maybe.
You are far, another world,
where the scream and the whisper
of triumphs and disasters,
I think and I shake.
You are the land of another world
of pure hearts,
of fire are your wings.
I always want to go back.
How beautiful is the way home.
I always want to go back, come back, come back ...
I try sometimes to forget that melody.
I try sometimes to forget that poetry.
I try sometimes to forget ...
I try sometimes to forget ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)