You will never know
of the passion
that burns at dawn
of insomnia and this desire
You will never know
of that flavor
that remains after a verse
the color of memories
You will never, never know
what it costs to forget
so many kisses that were lost
for not risking
br/>Like the loser
who bets his neck on his song
who guides an eye to lies
and to doubts
he who did not change his muses
Like the loser
architect of the illusion
seeking to make dreams, desires true
that is happy without having a price.
You will never know.
br/>You will never know
from a song
traveling as a stowaway
without major pretensions
You will never know
from this addiction
taking from a arm to the moon
and get drunk with madness
You will never, never know
what it costs to forget
so many kisses that were lost
for not taking risks
Like the loser
who bets his neck on his song
who guides an eye to lies
and to doubts
he who did not change his muses
Like the loser
architect of the illusion
seeking to make true
the dreams, the desires
that is happy without oaths
You will never know.
I will never know
You will never know
what it is to win without risking
Like the loser
who bets his neck on his song
who guides an eye to a lie
br/>and to the doubts
the one who did not change his muses
Like the loser
architect of the illusion
seeking to make true
the dreams, the desires
who is happy without having a price
You will never know.
Hail the loser
who lives on reason
goldsmith of fantasies
alchemist
hot voice and cold hands
You will never know...

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