Sunshine Tight Tight Sunset Your Voice I Sunset Follow your footprints I was not going to be a trace that is not There is no place where there is a voice My eyes on the road of Hass I was walking and not gone Street Strolling in Madona I would come to anyone I was asking Nashunito I was in the streets and houses like crazy see your photo from afar followed you I came to you It was your fantasy shadow.
