4 acessos
This speed, sound of old street
All these figures are changing
Passing cars, woods and this blowing wind
Is taking me i don't know where to
All i had to do these miles
I had to go through
In this storm i have to stop this engine
I can't run from you
This new sudden rain is dancing
On the sreet of my mind
These long streets and stops - are healing
Becoming friends of my life
This freedom must be built inside me
This freedom must be built inside - me!!!