3 acessos
Grey, green and yellow trees with red apples
Growing up in a fertile ground in a old man´s head,
Dreaming as a child, thinking as an angel
Grey horse as the white one with black harness
Riding fast in a rich grass with a obey mind and soul
Sometimes a feel i´m that old man!
Solo
Grey, white and thin hair with some shine
Growing up in my fertile ground a couple of grey hair
All my youth going mad
So confuse is my peace of mind! don´t you quiteso?
It´s breakin´ down in just one's speech! don´t you quiteso?
I´m a man of few words
Day by day just getting old!