Ciclo

I remember those who have gone, it makes me miss them
I have no time to tell you half
Experiences without record I have the ability
I always follow alone in the corners of the cities

I aim for empty streets, I want privacy
Nature between my fingers rolled in normality
Neighbor smells it and even knows the location
Now I see the city, deep down the qualities

Valuing freedom so it doesn't turn into longing
I'm like Scott Pilgrim to tell you the truth
Fighting with ambition for the owner of truth
Sure of what I want and I'm not even in the flower of age

This chaos of routine is light like an anvil
It gets tangled in the rope, kicks the bench and hangs itself
Starts a new cycle like a new year on the shore