Shadows of color
This is my kingdom
This is my fantasy
The breeze smooths the surface of the water
The revolving sky expands into the night
Clouds become beautiful color smoke
Shadows of color
Light that I recreate at my own pleasure
Because this is my kingdom
Because this is my fantasy
This is my kingdom
This is my fantasy
The breeze smooths the surface of the water
The revolving sky expands into the night
Clouds become beautiful color smoke
Shadows of color
Light that I recreate at my own pleasure
Because this is my kingdom
Because this is my fantasy
Memory of Vasco da Gama
This memory that I have, it seems it was only yesterday. In fact, many years have passed since I left the past behind. But every time I come here, I can feel the present of my youth, innocent and naive, with dreams to realize, adventures to live and deceptions to cross. This memory that I have I call it the memory of Vasco da Gama. Not the bridge, but the memory of myself in a long lost summer of 1997...
This memory that I have, it seems it was only yesterday. In fact, many years have passed since I left the past behind. But every time I come here, I can feel the present of my youth, innocent and naive, with dreams to realize, adventures to live and deceptions to cross. This memory that I have I call it the memory of Vasco da Gama. Not the bridge, but the memory of myself in a long lost summer of 1997...
