Paraiso
Return to a land called paraiso
- Return to a land called paraiso
- A place where a dying river ends
- No birds there fly over paraiso
- No space allows them to endure
- The smoke that screens the air
- The grass that's never there
- And if I could see a single bird what a joy
- I try to write some words and create
- A simple song to be heard
- By the rest of the world
- Listen
- I live in this land called paraiso
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I like you sing and your voice so clear
So blooming always