And I, the protector of the covers.
Wished it gone for one hundred mothers...
Sometimes I just want to go to sleep
And never wake up again...
Underneath the debris
the soft grass perseveres...
It's been a ride of joy and lust,
since we previously met...
Is it just my imagination or are we all...
Had the world in our hands, traded and down...
I wish i could cry
it's been years since I have...
With just a simple disagreement i am on the stage
they box me in creating an inescapable human cage...
Pollinated zephyrs dancing under
the scarlet cirrus of the morning sky...
My beloved Portugal
It was love at first sight...
My throat hurts;
My throat burns...
Im just a Girl
I have feelings too...
It break the chains on my wrists
I finally set me free from this prison...