Come on,
I'm leaving with my furniture, memories and images
I'm leaving my house at three o'clock
Are the keys there? under my tree
I don't know why? they talk about you and I go away
what remains of me in these corners
I was hiding and I wonder where?
where? the spirit
what will I call? my house, my house
I'm leaving who will smile at me?
that girl who was waiting for the tram
when I came home she...
she was already leaving? and will he go
through the city? of men
What remains of me
if our moments were not fairy tales
and I wonder where?
light that illuminates
like a spirit my home

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