It´s been eleven years
since I´ve been here for the last time
So many changes to the old and green view
Empty fields became so gray
in a hard and good way
my childhood turns into yellow pages
And the streets are a scenery
of a progress to keep away
It becomes inside so empty
Holding promisses that take faith
These old books I keep them safe
I read them when you went away
All my grils and friends are marked beside my age
Slow the time and in the end
a dark blue sky appears behind
Those times are so clear, are so far, but are part of me
And the streets are a scenery
of a progress to keep away
It becomes inside so empty
Holding promisses that take faith
Heavy stuff get into me
your smiles and sincerety
I don´t want it to stop right now
My blood is the same in my veins
I´m only stuck in a mood
But it´s too soon to realize that
We all can do the same mistakes
find the same reasons,
but not the same path
Staying on our destiny
Praying for something I don´t see
I can figure out
That my happiness
It´s not so far neither close
it´s just a part of me