Cnv Sound Vol. 17

Wind of false love, give me a way out
Give me warmth, make my life happy
Let's keep honor at the starting point until the taste
Help me, if you like, lie to me, set me free
There are nights when I don't sleep so I don't dream
Because if I dream I'm afraid of waking up
I dreamed of seeing each other somewhere else
And fill you with the kisses that I could never give you

I remember your way of thinking and
I remember every day that I finally saw you leave
Full of sorrows I only cry
To see you be happy, which is how you should be
pending my things

I forgot that roses wither over time
I put on the handcuffs and now I live
Prisoner in this prison of prose
I give thanks to who I am and who I was
Knowing that music separated me from you

From the road I decided, here's to the man I became
A guitar and its beats, along with a poet with all his phrases

I call him singing, he gave a thousand messages, a person of all kinds
It's no use having the entire stands scream at you when you lie to yourself
Public and you look away Rhymes worked out what you see

My comrade, well I don't have fans, I have family and sacred
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Wind of false love, give me a way out, give me warmth
Make my life happy, let's keep honor at the starting point

Even the taste help me, if you prefer, lie to me, free me