Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
