I have a dilemma in front of me, I dont have time to stay in what moment of hesitation, leave my dreams behind, I am right here at the border, not reaching and reaching one step, until the bright dawns of God, who should I ask, where in my day when in the calendar paper, a plan of my expectation has not walked so long, all these vague paths are the secret of my worries, and oh God, who should I ask, they did not want waves and storms. I will hold the moon and you in my hands , but I will go through this dilemma, towards tomorrow , the flame that is in Saddam, the memory of the last dawn of this new road, the pure moment of the beginning of God, who should I ask when I am in the paper
of the calendar, a plan of my expectation has not gone so far, all this vague path is the secret of my worries, and oh God, who should I ask, O God, from When should I ask... The
