Life takes me to...
Life takes me to...
Life takes me to...
Life takes me to...
His heart
I'm seated on a bench in a park and i'm alone with my thinkings
The memories of the past tell me all my stories
Stories about what I am and the locations which I come from till now
That makes me happy, makes me happy, makes me always happy and then I sing
I always carry
My luggage
It is with me
My luggage
All is written
On my little face
It's my past, my present, my future
It's my past, my present, my future
Yes, that's me
My heavy bag takes too much space in my wardrobe, so come and help me
I eat inside, I take my time to reflect about life that I've choosen
I hear my voice, my voice, my voice, my voice and the sound of silence
I'm absolutely absorbed from this trip and this throws me
I always carry
My luggage
It is with me
My luggage
All is written
On my little face
It's my past, my present, my future
It's my past, my present, my future
Yes, that's me
Yes, that's me
Life takes me to...
Life takes me to...
Life takes me to...
Life takes me to...
I always carry
My luggage
It is with me
My luggage
All is written
On my little face
It's my past, my present, my future
It's my past, my present, my future
Yes, that's me
Oh yes, that's me...
Life brings me to...
His heart