ExileIt is the grey air here, I inhale Yellow leaves painting my eyesExile
A tiny wound of pain on my hand My guitar on my shoulder, rhythms on my mind
Cold streets, stranger eyes My heart is away, thousands of miles far
Closing my eyes, having a hopeless prayer at night "may tomorrow be my happy day, please! My god"
HappinessOnce I had a dream, in the silence of a night Colourful four seasons Rain and sun, snow and fallHappiness
And a miracle happened, Could touch the rainbow and light Intoxicated of happiness A burning passion, a love
Time passed swiftly and rays of light woke me up and said: "My son," "The life of happiness, is a night"
TowerUnder this azure dome, below this grey fortune In a desert far away, there was an old tower doomed Under savagely rushes of rain and wind, the storm From the horizon, Opened wings to the old tower, a white doveTower
The old tower became the shelter for her fatigue His kindness, the ointment for her wounds But the story of the tower and the dove Became a tragedy of an attachment, of the hearts
The dove opened wings again,
when the rain and storm went away While, Deep in the eyes of tower,
didn’t see the entreaty and eagerness, the pain
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