Wherever I walk I smell flowers.

Can I touch the clouds, I can handle them in my hands.

Can I fly to meet the angel. I do not see.

I do not feel his presence.

For you, I was walking on broken glass smiling.
For you, I was walking in the dark.
I did my eyes and my legs.
you made ​​my life.

Ela sorri.
Ela brinca.
Ela faz piadas.
Ela sai.
Ela dorme.
Ela respira.
Mas ela não vive...Ela está sem o coração...