Musician
In a fast life
Through the guitar
Life is sweetened
In the amount of promise
By different people
Money and work < br/>There is only one thing I love
That you hear my voice and my songs
Musician
In a tight life
Through song
The my mind
In the colorful sky
Spacious, gentle
And nothing lined up
I only see one
Like a cloud
Man is born of freedom
It's hard to admit
This is all I can be
I'm not good enough to be a priest
I also need a little property
But I will never dreamed of being a king
Musician
In a changing world
Through sound
Wild hearts are picked up
In the multitude of dizzy
In the chaos of the tsubibo
Of a changing world
Only one thing is clear
That at the end of the day there is a song that calls
It's hard to admit
This is all I can do be
I'm not that kind to be a priest
I also need some possessions
But I never dreamed of being a king
Musician
In a fast life< br/>Through song
Lives that are sweetened
Of the many who are dizzy
In the chaos of the tsubibo
Of the changing world
There is only one thing that is clear to you
That at the end of the day there is a song that calls
That at the end of the day there is a sky
That calls

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