Melodrame
(Indisponível)
If I let awareness coming unsound
Put an end to the sadness that gathers around
I’ll glide away from blindness and temptations of glory
Where all camouflage is useless to comfort me
Smiling in heaven,
Smiling at last
If I let happiness speaking in sounds,
Burn out the darkness that glitters down profusely,
To overcome my shyness and sensations of impurity
Where synthetic pleasures are worseless to heal me
Smiling in heaven,
Smiling at last.
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