When in town, the grain rises, wind of agitated nerve
May the dreams become eternal in my reality
I want walks on the shore, oh, a bit of humanity
Less concrete, more truce, a quality life
Less concrete, more dream, in my reality

What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face
What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face,oh

I want tears, that don't cut, and less sorrow in 4 by 3
A simple happiness, but to my taste, it's a bit true but it does everything
I want more swell in my foam and less crowd in my asphalt
These little things that only make clear, sense once we lose them
These little things that only make clear, sense once we lose them

What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face
What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face

What don't I then have? A lifeline
To ride my wave of soul
Beautiful ocean, breaker, have you read
To dry the salt of my tears

What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face
What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face

What don't I have? A lifeline, far from the metro, its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore, forgotten your distant face

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