The tears are salty, all those who have fallen on my face
On a Sunday morning, when the pain knocked
With the tune of our song, played on the radio,
Like a sharp razor in my thoughts,
And simple nostalgia taken by the unconscious...
My world is you, my livelihood and my torment!
Need to shout to the world?
I write with tears of blood with you in my thoughts
The only thing I know is, it is much more than love
It is existentialism!
And I can not see a world without you there!
Therefore, never do anything wrong
Do not take dangerous circumstances...
Why am I here, reflected in the desire and memory?
I see, you're more than I deserve!
It is my precious masterpiece saved to seven keys...
I'm not like other girls,
I haven't their beauty,
I'm crooked and uncoordinated,
I'm ugly and insignificant!
But fate brought us together on this way
I don't know how this story will come to the end
But all I want more is the end comes in peace
always by your side...
The only thing I know is, it is much more than love
It is existentialism!
(Joyce Martins)
