You live and don´t look down, to my face.
It´s easy to shoot someone into his grave,
so I pick our tears.
What we are and where we live, what we are don´t forget it.
Sometimes I think about inviolable matters, like the walk on a neverending heaven.
We can´t restart the world and try it again.
What you have lost, we can regain.
I hear you cry.
What we are and where we live, what we are don´t forget it.
Sometimes I think about inviolable matters, like the walk on a neverending heaven.
When you call my name, it seems to me all like a game.
we can fly to distant highs anytime.
when I hear you voice, I want to make my choice
and I play with you a game called people´s tale,
and I play with you a game called people´s tale.
I give you what need you, I take you to the stars.
You hear me, you touch me, you mark it, what we are.
You live and don´t look down to my face.
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