Why would it be that if I do not love you anymore,
I want to know about you, know about you and I think
and I repent and feel aberte let go,
because it will be that I remember you like that.
It is assumed that no feeling
I would join you, today to you and I think and
I regret and I feel the need to fly
where are you, why will it be, why will it be,
why would it be that I remember you like that because
sera, why will it be that opening other eyes
I only look at you.
In a sunset painted with nostalgia
and the hopelessness hovering over there
I'm not supposed to feel any
uniria ati, why it will be, why
I'll remember you like that.
Why it will be, why will it be
opening other eyes I only look at you.
Why it will be, why will it be
opening other eyes I only look at you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)