Don’t be scared,
This quiet night is without the evil,
My soul,
And the light of the morning comes out of the fog.
What happened to you, tell me love, what have you done? your hands are already trembling,
Raise a bit your eyes, I’m ready to tell you everything.
You know I’ve seen you, embracing him,
His hands into your dress,
Tell me, could this love harm you?
No, I want to breathe you, oxygene, the purist.
I can pardon you, you’re candid with soul.
I’ll throw in the bushes the photography,
The lucid moment to throw out,
Today is another day to live!!
No, I want to breathe you, oxygene, the purist.
I can pardon you, you’re candid with soul.
The sun in knocking on the branch and
the cobweb of that spider, under the ray,
seems to be of steel,
Walking next to me, everything, will pass