Don
Miranda!
Don
I want to know what's wrong with me
I ask you what's wrong with me
And you don't know what to answer me
Because, of course, I'm sure I made you dizzy
With my comings and goings
I tired you with my slow motion
And even though I try, I never can
Hurry up my decision
At the precise moment
When everything is changing for me
In that moment, I assure you
That I gave you some sign
But you didn't listen to me
Maybe without intention on your part
May be a little weak
the sound of my voice
Oh
One morning I will see you arrive
And I will discover that I
I'm just not better anymore
AND
I will ask you to accompany me
Where, really, I don't know
Tell me yes, lie to me
Could it be that in the end
You broke the glass in me
It could happen, make me talk
I believe that you have the gift of curing this evil
I feel like I must find you
And yet I spend my time leaving
Towards myself, to my center
that I will never find
I would like to have you
And treat you decently
But you see that I can't anymore
Take off my role
I'll have to calm down
And play the game you propose to me
I let my guard down, I receive you
And I shelter from your skin
Fate has given me
Unbalanced hearts
Your word levels me
And stops my fall
Oh
One morning I will see you arrive
And I will discover that I
I'm just not better anymore
AND
I will ask you to accompany me
Where, really, I don't know
Tell me yes, lie to me
Could it be that in the end
You broke the glass in me
It could happen that you make me talk
I believe that you have the gift of curing this evil
It's a solo!
(Its Lolo's guitar)
Could it be that in the end
You broke the glass in me
You opened my skin that was so bad
You broke the silence that made me walk away
Maybe it's you who will make me come back
I sense that you know the best way
And you have the gift that requires curing this evil