I want to have lunch with your problems,
today I counted them and they are not more than a thousand,
They look like a lot but they work hard,
every time I sing like this,
I woke up??
It was so strange to open the refrigerator,
perfect picture of our walk,
they are the colors that reveal me,
those that you put to my solitude,
And I found myself,
hand in hand with summer, so much that it even did me good.
Your sanity is hard, much more than you think,
my madness is the one that longs for you to get on this train,
and are you going to see ??
When the good hours come,
the lights, all, will come on,
and a cannelloni I will do with the waves,
the sea water makes you beautiful
seawater,
do not miss me that these new airs have to salt.
Your sanity is hard, much more than you think,
my madness is the one that yearns for you to get on this train.
Our book is missing leaves,
We have so much to tell,
will burn the fire with those that are left over,
and grief in smoke will transform,
seawater??
Only among all we can make this a better place :)