The girlfriend I left, the one I rented to time
My house, my bed, my parents, my old friend, the thief
So many things I smeared on my heart
The streets that saw my childhood
A mixture of dreams and laziness
The room in which I gave myself for the first time
The rebelness of my adolescence
Everything was left here
My first accident, my first happiness
My first jump to the wind, my first melody
My first flight to the wind, my first agony
My country
More than just my homeland, my roots
More than just my floor, the womb
that taught me to separate my thoughts
My country
The scratches that were nightmares
Leaving my knees in the asphalt
The nun that used to pull my ears
Or the friend that I saw behind bars
Everything was left there
My first accident, my first happiness
My first jump to the wind, my first melody
My first flight to the wind, my first agony
My country
More than just my homeland, my roots
More than just my floor, the womb
that taught me to separate my thoughts
My country
More than just my homeland, my roots
More than just my floor, the womb
that started painting my path
My country
How I'd wish to know that your people live happier
That some false children don't follow you paiting grayly
My country
More than just my homeland, my roots
More than just my floor, the womb
that taught me to separate my thoughts
My country
More than just my homeland, my roots
More than just my floor, the womb
that started painting my path