I have hits, battles and little love tales each day. That´s me who breaths who live in the tower of sky during the long night when everybody is hugged by dream´s arms.
Sing me the day when your tears have been flooding like they were springs,
Dedicate me your tenders through the night´s cloak,
drink by my glass like if you were here.
Follow my words as how I ´ve said to you, small drak star, at these moments where you feel lost. Reminisce when you were young, when you were so bright.
There is power,
There is hope,
While you glance at the brightful sky.
Despite my sword is broken,
Despite your poisson keep on being in my soul.
I´ll work in the sky so that you could have your smile.
As I told you,
there are hits,
there are battles,
and little love tales
to say.
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