Too young

I am turning back to my old life

Because there I was very well

I will tell the history in rhyme

and I will dance in the rhythm that I prefer


The ghost who caused asthma

And its stupidity is now behind

These wings are to leave home

I am too young to stop dreaming


Lalala la Lalala la

I don't mind about the lyrics

I want to sing

I am going to wear the dust of the old plan

To build takes a lot of years

To give up only one minute

To stop does not take anyone anywhere

The path is only one

There is water and shade to rest  in the road

Which leads to nowhere

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