When I thought that I already had written everything,
that all histories of my life already had been dictated,
that my inspiration had died…
and my hands already do not knew to write,
You just come from where it did not wait,
and you took account of my new history.
My route goes to your meeting,
accepted me inside of you,
Give your heart to me…
Can you trust it to me?
A new cool air entered for the window of my room,
I breathed looking at for you,
I did not lie... but you did'nt want to hear my truth, (I realy care, I honestly love you)
but I know that inside of you, your wish this so much as I do…
What I feel does not dumb, but increases…
I'll be wating...
I'll be here for you.
that all histories of my life already had been dictated,
that my inspiration had died…
and my hands already do not knew to write,
You just come from where it did not wait,
and you took account of my new history.
My route goes to your meeting,
accepted me inside of you,
Give your heart to me…
Can you trust it to me?
A new cool air entered for the window of my room,
I breathed looking at for you,
I did not lie... but you did'nt want to hear my truth, (I realy care, I honestly love you)
but I know that inside of you, your wish this so much as I do…
What I feel does not dumb, but increases…
I'll be wating...
I'll be here for you.
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