I Look thru the window, and I see the cars
White doves tear the sky searching for a shelter
People speaking with horns of the cars
I look thru the window, the climate already is darkned
Where you gonna be? (x4)
Storm
The asfalts are wet and
The Cars walks to slow
Beware, take care, have fear
Hidde your children, it´s time for a show
The asfalts are wet and
The Cars walks to slow
Where you gonna be? (x4)
Storm
After the storm
We got see what it remained
After the storm
We got see what it remained
Clouds are clearer and
The sun already was delivered