I had sung a singer somewhere in all those moments that at times felt like to spend the night. I remember that wave
glacial embroncaba I simply walk to work your way some good news.
But save me from this cold. In some incomprehensible way strengthened me.
went by what they had to spend to feel in a work of art.
felt each of my steps carefully guarded by a gentle look. Served up in the privacy of my solitude, my integrates purity.
It felt good, I felt good, or why deny it, I felt wonderful.
And despite talk in the past, I feel that the transition to the next is not a circumstance ...
(... sweet wind blows from the west)
(... sweet wind blows from the west)