Reflue
Martina's Treasure
Dear Martina
You were right
We got close to the treasure
It's children like us
Who seek the light
'cause they can do no better
Oh Martina
Don't you hide
Every world has its measure
It's fools like me who
Seek the light
Where the light has no matter
One of these days I'll grow wings on my back
One of these days I'll grow grass on my skin
One of these days I'll wear stars on my chest
One of these days....i'll drift away
One of these days I'll grow wings on my back
One of these days I'll wear stars on my chest
And with my flaming eyes....i'll drift away
On and on we're still travelling
From Letras Mania