| I was alone,
hidden in a corner;
quiear and although I do not see it,
still dawning;
when the sun rises.
Oh, that penit;
it borrao color, Miralo.
One of these days
that fails the illusion;
wrong way,
and to excite me;
flowers cardboard.
Neither you hold me,
I stand or I leave.
Ref:
And should there be any invention,
to alleviate the evil of discouragement.
More light;
keep control
said that the heart - it just is.
That only fear,
and this is not right.
To not throw a little salt,
and grace to life and adversity;
that there are no shadows,
there is no longer alone.
Sometimes when it rains penalties
drown in my voice;
I sit in silence,
or any memory;
without much pretension.
It does not help nor a tear,
or two, let it.
Ref:
And should there be any invention,
to alleviate the evil of discouragement.
More light;
keep control
said that the heart - it just is.
That only fear,
and this is not right.
Para no echarle un poco de sal,
and grace to life and adversity;
that there are no shadows,
there is no longer alone.
More light;
keep control
said that the heart - it just is.
That only fear,
and this is not right.
To not throw a little salt,
and grace to life and adversity;
that there are no shadows,
there is no longer alone.
More light;
keep control
follows light;
keep control ....
there is no longer alone. |
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