Living in a stranger land
You’re the one in the crowd
I try to open my eyes
To leave a bit of the ground
And Maybe I find lost things
Poisoned feelings, sweet pain
Tell me what you think about it
Wait for the summer rain
There’s something in my dreams
Maybe I’m getting crazy
Someone called me a son
A lady with a blonde hair
Put me lying on the grass
The angel smiled at me
And raised a crystal glass
Angel, I’m tired of tales
Please, show me the signs
Take me by the hand
Angel, I’m ready to die
( karlos maia )
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