Clouds, Dreams

I need many clouds
I don't wanna misunderstand my horizon
I think that monotony makes me sick
The clouds always bring me peace and heaven

Oh my good father, poetry
Maybe silent, reason of the fears
Mercy, I bend my ego
I need to try, no more doubts
Help, I am getting crazy
Help, I am getting crazy
Help, I am getting crazy
Crazy

Either the father is the owner of the dreams
Or the evil is the material real life
Either the father is a joking child, old child
Or the evil is a big failure

The clouds bring the sky to me
I look and guess the ancients' blessings
Everybody is in the edge of the prettiest cloud
They ask me to keep the wings in words

My good father, poetry
Maybe silent, reason of the fears
Mercy, I bend my ego
I need to try, no more doubts
Help, I am getting crazy
Help, I am getting crazy
I am getting crazy
I am getting crazy

Either the father is the owner of the dreams
Or the evil is the material real life
Either the father is a joking child, old child
Or the evil is a big failure



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Mirdad
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