I am waiting for the roads to sit See these distances, whether I am tired or tired O Green Spirit of Branches, O scent of good moments I depend on your red pulse, I depend on your credibility, to the habit of hearing flowers, the word garden, when I want to see you Um> Look at these distances I am tired or tired O Green Spirit of the branches, O scent of good moments to your red pulse, I depend on your name I have the conquest of your name, my heart closed my heart I am broken by all this pride. You are the best excuse for my silence, I broke my broken cant give up this stranger, you can be halfway Cant this night, capture this night clear water, you are a crypt of the earth I said, I have a good thing, come to see you Look! I am dependent on your hearts red pulse
