Make us and I travel to yourself You have to reach me like a mourning heart You havent seen me Dont be with yourself. Picking You must be glory to be the sympathy of the mountain You must be a pulse of the anthem This is the way to do when you can read the word Slick the Sun to be ignored Die in yourself to fill the throne Mountain You must have reached me. Dont be yourself. Dont be on your side When you go to the infinite heart You have to be the way to be Pena You must have a continuous pain at least and references
