Creemos en nosotros,
aquí nadie reza.

domingo, 26 de diciembre de 2010

Coco. Shine. Charleston butterfly.

Walking through dark streets,
the cold is looking for some way to stroke my skin.
My body is shaking, my knees are weak,
intense emotions overflowing me…

I try to find myself, I try to move on,
don’t know where I am, please carry me home…
I try to find myself,
I try to move on, don’t know where I am,
please carry me home…

But I tell you what’s inside of me will never die, will never die…

I try to find myself, I try to move on,
don’t know where I am, please carry me home…
When our souls were introduced
No one of us could ever know
What we will be going through
Feeling high, feeling low

Been in hell, been above
Cried for help, cried for love
And when darkness sleeps beside you
And the morning is far away
I wanna hold your hand and guide you

Out of hell, out of darkness
Finally we´re able to see
See the beauty not the beasts
One step further up at least
But one day

We will shine, we will shine
We will fly so high
We will shine, we will shine
We will fly so high
High
As I killed the caterpiller
Fell into a curious thriller
could not become a butterfly...

As I killed the caterpiller
I started to end my life
Fell into a curious thriller
Could not become a butterfly

To choose you now into my life
Wanna be your butterfly

Smile, smile, smile at me
hold me tight and I feel free
Smile, smile, smile at me
hold me tight and I feel free

To choose you now into my life
Wanna be your butterfly

Smile at me
and I feel free
to choose you now into my life
wanna be your butterfly

Smile at me
and I feel free
to choose you now into my life
wanna be your butterfly

Parov Stelar.

3 comentarios:

  1. Mal, mucho tiempo perdido. Me tienes muy desconcertado, pense que nadie nunca daría conmigo...eres la primera persona en llegar.

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  2. Espero ir recuperando pronto mis facultades después del letargo, te leeré a menudo a ver si eso me ayuda a acabar de desterrar el sueño, espero que no te importe, gracias!

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