The love of flying, if I didnt have my feathers and wings, now I didnt have this life with me in the corner of the cage , if I had the air of my work at the time of jumping, now I didnt have the regret of those days in prison,
what can I say, why did I jump to stay? How did I get here to stay? What can I say, why did I jump to stay? How did I get here to stay?
Whatever life was, how kind it was for me, it was the story of flowing water, it was passing, with all its good and bad, with all its friends and unfriends , we had a heart for ourselves, although he was alone, but the most loving lover in the world, who was as sad and sad as he is today and today? Did he lack all this kindness in his chest?
What can I say, why did I jump to stay? How did I get here to stay? What can I say, why did I jump to stay? How did I get here to stay?
