When I’m in the park, all the birds are flying
When I give them bread, come to me all of them
birds are memories, come to eat on my hands
And my lonelyness, become very good
You said that I would like to feel uncanny
I don’t think so
I’m just a guilty with my faults, that pursue me...
I never tried to make a better man on me, you know I’m true
Cause I’m feeling ok watching birdes and sitting in the park
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