To All The Silly People Who Envy Me

Taking away the thoughts
and living each second
over the promises over the ruins
a song only makes sence
if it is dedicated to you

i dont want to feel
the perfume of the flowers
if your nails became knives
Ah! i still remember well
of that day that your sky

was greyer than my eyes
all the intensities of a kiss
will be resumed in memories
if i was like the idiots

who coudn't see over their faces
i wouldn't live a life without an end

everythig i need the most
everythig i need the most
everythig i really need
are in my hands...

my smile doesnt depends on yours
and i swear to all my heart
that not even my biggest love
will knock my down again

not even your prettiest smile
and not even your sweetest voice
will stop me from carrying on