It can that someday now you do not remember
already the letter of that subject which I composed by you.
It can that the life is so brief or that the time does not remember
publish what is called on to us to live.
It returns, returns late but it returns,
returns young if you lose yourself,
today I want saw.
And it flies, flies stop while you can,
that the life is a wheel that never restrains.
You live waiting for a strange heart,
that it comes here and it removes from your body
and your soul the best thing from you.
Today I feel that the life,
it shows with you its blue side to me and is everything
what I request being happy,
what you request? What request you?
It can that dies at a moment by the fear to mistake
all that to me reason why a day I dreamed.
It can that sends to me towards the emptiness,
as a day I did with you, without thinking what would come later.
It returns, returns late but it returns,
returns young if you lose yourself, today I want saw.
And it flies,
flies stop while you can, that the life is
a wheel that never restrains.
You live waiting for a strange heart,
that it comes here and it removes from your body
and your soul the best thing from you.
Today I feel that the life, it shows with you
its blue side to me and is everything what
I request being happy,
what you request?
That you live waiting for a strange heart,
that comes here and removes from your body
and your soul the best thing from you.
Today I feel that the life, it shows with
you its blue side to me and is everything what
I request being happy,
what you request? What request you?