I keep crossing rivers, walking jungles, loving the Sun,
every day I continue to draw thorns from the depths of my heart,
at night I keep lighting dreams
to cleanse every memory with the sacred smoke.
When you write your name on the white sand with a blue background,
When you look at the sky in the cruel form of a gray cloud, you appear,
one afternoon climb a high hill,
look at the past you will know that I have not forgotten you.
I take you inside; up to the root,
and as much as you grow up you're going to be here,
although I hide behind the mountain
and find a field full of cane,
There will be no way my Moon beam that you leave.
I think that every moment survived while walking
and every second of uncertainty,
every moment of not knowing, they are the exact key
of that tissue that I'm carrying under my skin,
so I protect you; you're still inside
I take you inside; up to the root,
and as much as you grow up you're going to be here,
although I hide behind the mountain
and find a field full of cane,
there will be no way my Moon ray that you go,
that you go.
I take you inside; up to the root,
and as much as you grow up you're going to be here,
although I hide behind the mountain
and find a field full of cane,
there will be no way my Moon ray that you go,
that you go.
I take you inside; up to the root,
and as much as you grow up you're going to be here,
although I hide behind the mountain
and find a field full of cane,
There will be no way my Moon beam that you leave.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)