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.
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
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
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
