What do I want from this world, two wooden chairs?
Let them wash me of you for saying good.
What do I want from this world, an empty piece of land?
As much as a cubicle is an imaginary house.
What do I want from this world, a crayons, a box of crayons?
I will draw on the trunk of the world, a good and beautiful color.
Generous people from the piggy bank of the niche
Pick up the seeds of love for the pregnancy of the garden
What do I want from this world, two wooden chairs?
Let them wash me of you for saying good.
What do I want from this world, two wings to fly?
Im going to go to the singing season until my birthday
Im going to go to the kids who dont have a piece of bread.
To put their eyes on one night with a full heart.
Let me say that the sorrows have come, stop crying, it will come better.
Stop crying because it got better
What do I want from this world, two wooden chairs?
Let them wash me of you for saying good.
