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The mockingbird wonders where he is from
The sky opens and the answer is in his song
One is the paths traveled, the places of love
The place where he has buried his navel
Uh, eh-eh
I try sometimes to forget that melody.
I leave places on my heel with double sands
I wanted to believe that my memory would no longer bite
But they want to bite... But they want to bite.
Others told me things I didn't know,
A beautiful journey, nothing I can reproach you for.
I have lived seven even lives, with a pencil I drew the hemispheres
But now that I am the way, the day has come
To return where they know my name, I want to return home
You are far away, another world, where the scream and the whisper
Of triumphs and disasters, I think of you and shake myself
You are lands from another world, of pure hearts
Your wings are made of fire, I always want to return
How beautiful the way home is.
I always want to come back, come back, come back...
You will try to follow perfumes, laughter and happiness, which is what was worth
I'll try to find the rivers that say my name.
I'll deny that your requinto touch
Melodies of old songs, you can...
It's like if someone calls me and has aim
Someday by the door of the house asome...
Follow your voice, maybe.
You are far away, another world, where the scream and the whisper
Of triumphs and disasters, I think of you and shake myself
You are lands from another world, of pure hearts
Your wings are made of fire, I always want to return
How beautiful the way home is.
I always want to come back, come back, come back...
(The mockingbird wonders where he is from)
I try sometimes to forget that melody.
(The answer is in his singing)
I try sometimes to forget that melody.
(One is the paths traveled) I try, sometimes, to forget
(The places of love) I try, sometimes, to forget
(The place where you have buried your belly button)
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