Blanco
Marisa Monte
White
I see myself in what I see
How to enter through my eyes
In a clearer eye
It looks at me what I look at
It's my creation
This that I see
To perceive is to conceive
Waters of thoughts
I am the creature of what I see
I see myself in what I see
How to enter through my eyes
In a clearer eye
It looks at me what I look at
It's my creation
This that I see
To perceive is to conceive
Waters of thoughts
I am the creature of what I see