This is a story of the words in my life

the ones that camed to me when I was little

the one who painted it yellow

ductile me like a knife

I´d like to ask of forgiveness

Who is to blame for words that left the soul

to be alive whas always 

and the only goal

as if a star have its way to shine

in a golden shining way

this is my way of life

and all I have to say

Be good, be tender give of your heart

let songs of love sing from your lips

have a hand resting softly

to the surface of your hips