I have ticket without return

and a pile of dreams within velís;

A good bye for my old,

much fear and many desire of being able to live.

To open the wings to escape endless,

to find freedom

far from here, here.

Choir:

A guitar and my childhood,

the school and my first time,

friends who I have not returned to see,

are remained behind me.

A cigarette, a song,

the photos of the first love,

memories in my room,

is remained behind me.

Ooh! Being behind me.

Being back of me!

Behind me, Ooh!

I have a knot in the throat,

I have a map that takes me country to another;

The attempt of a letter,

a history and many desire of being able to live.

To open the wings to escape endless,

to find freedom

far from here, here.

Choir:

A guitar and my childhood,

the school and my first time,

friends who I have not returned to see,

are remained behind me.

A cigarette, a song,

the photos of the first love,

memories in my room,

is remained behind me.

Ooh! Being behind me.

Being back of me!

Behind me, Ooh!

Choir:

A guitar and my childhood,

the school and my first time,

friends who I have not returned to see,

are remained behind me.

A cigarette, a song,

the photos of the first love,

memories in my room,

is remained behind me.

Choir:

A guitar and my childhood,

the school and my first time,

friends who I have not returned to see,

are remained behind me.

A cigarette, a song,

the photos of the first love,

memories in my room,

is remained behind me.

A guitar and my childhood.