7 acessos
So talk to me, and stop to cry for the losts of your life
The science can't explain the confusion in your mind
Walking alone in the grass I cross the field
Of my head
Keep your imagination to fly away
And you reminds me my last day
I'm the chula man
I know I'm I do
So chula, chula with you !
I'm the last hope to put by the root
The evil touch in the head of sad people
So come with me to give, to give the peace
Keep your imagination to fly away
And forget your desires
Please think in the consequences
I see to me to you
Nice to meet you
Nice to meet you too.
Chula in the end
So hold my hand
And don't look to your back
You have to go straight in the road of life
And never forget
The good moments.
And..
Keep your imagination to fly away
And never stop to believe in happy days
Maybe they come in
But the life is here and now.
So live!