| Walking around under treetops | |
| I was singing for the sheen | |
| And the music felt like rain | |
| From the starlit ceiling | |
| But what's that knife doing in her arm? | |
| Undisposable, she said | |
| So I looked up to the sky | |
| And the rain kept falling | |
| Unknown | |
| Burbling | |
| And here that I believed | |
| And here that I believed | |
| When she'll made on | |
| Cursing on my shoulder | |
| And together with this triumphal arch | |
| Tight fire in the way | |
| And in his cloths | |
| But I felt | |
| I felt 'cause I was too small | |
| I tried but I was too small |