To live after the pressure of the egoismo, in deed, is not to live.
To live without illusion before the destiny of ours to walk.
To live between(among) borders with the law you deal which(who) is.
For my it it(he,she) is not to live.
To feel that there are horizons.
To conquer your emotions and to sing them for you.
I want to listen your to flutter.
And to discover a new future.
Forever this way.
I suffocate in the truth.
I undress in feeling.
And I open my heart before this wound.
Loving is what I want.
Not Not.
He(She) drowns(suffocates) this truth.
If you feel what I sit(feel) And it(he,she) opens your heart recovers the wound.
Loving is the remedy.
To live under the uncertain paradise, in deed, is not to live.
The force of expressing my feelings.
I find her always in you.
I do not understand that there are lives ill-treated by anyone.
And could not decide.
I do not understand the interest of separating our ideas.
And that us lie for lying.
I want to listen your to flutter and to discover a new future.
For you for my.
Not Not.
I suffocate in the truth.
I undress in feeling.
And I open my heart before this wound.
Loving is what I want.
Not Not.
He(She) drowns(suffocates) this truth.
If you feel what I sit(feel).
And it(he,she) opens your heart recovers the wound.
Loving is the remedy.
I suffocate in the truth.
I undress in feeling.
And I open my heart before this wound.
Loving is what I want...
I suffocate in the truth.
I undress in feeling.
And I open my heart before this wound.
Loving is what I want.
Not Not.
He(She) drowns(suffocates) this truth (he(she) drowns(suffocates) Me).
If you feel what I sit(feel).
And it(he,she) opens your heart recovers the wound.
Loving is the remedy.
To live after the pressure of the egoismo, in deed, is not to live....