My Freedom
My Story
Frankie Ruiz
One more cigarette butt,
an ashtray about to burst,
the same sad and endless story,
the same never-ending tale,
and the laughter of another morning, oohhh
Four walls mocking me,
closed-door routine,
and a carnival of bars
dancing on my bed.
I miss that kite
that I flew as a child,
and my neighborhood friends
dancing to my songs.
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends,
asking for another chance.
Beneath the town's streetlamp have a chat
and at a nice party celebrate
MY FREEDOM.
What, what, what? Oh my homeland
I miss that kite
that I flew as a child,
and my neighborhood friends
dancing to my songs.
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends,
asking for another chance.
Beneath the town's streetlamp have a chat
and at a nice party celebrate
MY FREEDOM.
Yes now!
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends.
The same sad and endless story,
the same never-ending tale.
I want to sing, walk again,
and to celebrate my freedom.
Four walls mocking me,
closed-door routine.
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends.
A carnival of bars,
dancing on my bed.
Cachimba!...There
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends.
And I miss that kite
that I, I, I flew as a child.
I want to sing, walk again,
and to celebrate my freedom.
Greet my good friends
that danced to my songs.
But how good is this?...Hahaha...My freedom
My chinese...one more time...yeah!
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends.
Beneath the town's streetlamp have a chat,
Look! and at a nice party to celebrate.
I want to sing, walk again,
and to celebrate my freedom.
Now the time has come,
I have another chance.
I want to sing, walk again
and visit my good friends.
I want to sing, walk again,
and to share my freedom.
And positive! Okay?