I’m wearing the sadness all over.
Wherever I go, when I turn over,
I see the happiness I lived
Even if in sadness I believe.
It’s funny how the happiness is not enough.
It’s strange how
I want to write something about life,
But there is someting like a knife
That cuts my toughts with a slight
And agile move in a fight.
A fight between feelings and reason;
And I can not come to
If I\'m being close to you
I feel angels passing thru
Watching closely over you,
And blessing me too.
And you have this kind of power
Just by being one white flower
In a garden filled with
You put a spell on me
And I can no longer see
What is good and what is wrong,
What is true and what is not.
I would like to tell you more,
But I am afraid of all,
All the things that could be
