They were the happiest days of my walk,
only in moments do I reflect,
times and times that you once again knew how to give,
I always get lost in this mirror.
Look, I roll and I transform into a place,
full of loves to arm.
And if I walk until I can connect,
it will not be, it will not be anymore.
Pending turns that I do not want to hear anymore,
bodies that hurt, men away,
the room does not have much more to give,
cruel humidity, old colors.
See that time transforms me once again,
warm tunnel without end.
And if I walk until I can find myself,
it will not be, it will not be anymore.
It always becomes the cross that makes blood,
we all have a hell,
Today I wake up in the clearest darkness,
and with your singing again I sleep.
Look, the wind can transport me like this,
sunbeams and some dagger.
Open your mind until you can escape,
it will not be, it will not be anymore.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)