Oh well, a sister with her poems, Sweet sweet… sweet it seems
Friends of mine are composing a song, A few moments I feel like dont belong
Dwelling my vassel in your unpure ocean, vestal
Chorus: So you cannot hear me yeah So you cannot hear me... Cannot hear me yeah
Again, is it what you do? I can not forget you Again, you could be my queen You don´t let me put clothes of a king
Like my angel her, cries has been held, She’s begging for help
Those bloom threats that you care I won´t regret, even if you dare A mother paints lots of colours To liberate her sorrows The sun tried to fit the hollow In our land, that the moon swallowed
Glue´s drops change taste of my faith Forever lost your embrace