Look at the time
How almost involuntarily it moves
The braid that drowned your hair last night
Your little lens chest grinds my love
Look at the time
How almost involuntarily it creaks me
I already feel autumn leaves in my chest
And finally I am free
To feel beautiful
In him and in her
And to sing flamenco
With all my respect
For those who understand
Because I don't understand, I don't understand
I sing what I think
To push my life
And not to be afraid
Afraid of being looked at
And not seen
I am no longer afraid
Afraid of waking up
And that it is not there It's close
Not anymore, not anymore, not anymore
'Cause the world, it's inside of me
I believe in more
And in my way of saying
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I believe in me
And in my way of feeling
What I feel
I believe in me
And in me way of thinking
In what I say
I believe in me, in you, in me
And in you and in me
A my way The white hair
What's between your black hair
Your soft and pretty chest
It smells like an autumn of love
I believe in myself
And in my way of saying
What I think
I believe in myself
And in my way of feeling
What I feel
I believe in me
And in my way of thinking
In what I say
I believe in me, in you, in me
And in you and in me Â
My way
Throw heart
That he gives pleasure
Pleasure he takes

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