Covering my way.
Following alone.
Without some destination.
Without way.

The modified world.
It finishes with the wrong side...
Of the past.

As you see me
As i am for you.
I want to be
President of brazil

When the breeze to cross.
The gate of the world.
We will be the only ones.
That they had remained in that place.

Sped up beatings inform the pressure.
Infarto, in the sofa.

As you see me
As i am for you.
I want to be
President of brazil