In me there is a sound that reads you Seeing you in all seconds In a language that I dont know, it speaks to you There is a sound in me ...
I am in the idea of conquering a voice that I do not know. Um
This is my catch in colorless lace, or you in my trap ... There is a sound that reads you There is a sound that reads you
The sound of your voice of the soundtrack of the soul and poetry and silence ... The Hidden Spirit of Prayer ... O all the song you are in my trachea
Who are you all hidden you are all the hidden ... What is all the song you are in my trachea
from me this is a roar or from you that my voice is from me this straw has come to the roar or from you that you call you The language I dont know is what you speak to you There is a phrase in me ...
