And as the sun goes away
we still travel
on this land slightly distant
and sweet like you
I look at you and you are so peaceful
while you rest
I don't hear our friends
they do like you
And lighting those houses up
so clear
I'm wondering:
but what if i was born here?
I would have certainly met you by the sea
I would be different,
or maybe you wouldn't be here ...
and then I would come looking for you
And then the friend behind me:
but aren't you tired?
Tell me if you want to alternate,
and get some rest.
I still want to drive
on this night
And you fall asleep again
but you don't know that I will dream ...
About that time I sang
on the sea
People didn't understand but
stayed there
that in this street I have so many friends
to meet
and great stories
that remain a bit like that
so confused as my heart