Garoa

Pretend
That the price is no longer value
That tears are not always of pain
And that smiles are also suffering

But don't blame all my smile on neglect
I know what I need
And the price of the drizzle

I just want yellow ribbon
Some folds for flip-flops and the dry sheet on the clothesline

Little reading on the table
And at night it's the certainty of a warm hug in the end

Lower the clothesline, here comes the drizzle
That wets and be good
That washes with joy all my peace

Drizzle
That wets and be good
That washes with joy all my peace

Put in the account of I love you the reciprocity
In your story put will
And in time your value

Pretend, that your chest is now the world
And in it deep down
What is your question?

I just want yellow ribbon
Some folds for flip-flops and the dry sheet on the clothesline

Little reading on the table
And at night it's the certainty of a warm hug in the end

Lower the clothesline, here comes the drizzle
That wets and be good
That washes with joy all my peace

Drizzle
That wets and be good
That washes with joy all my peace