LIFE TIME ROUTINE or WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT...

This is partly a song translation.


Probably it's my paradise
to look for his reflecion at the subjects of a black color
to listen May in my voice
Probably it's my paradise
In the beams of the window light
So close seems the sky
When the eyes are the color of paradise

So good he doesn't know the one like I
So my dreams are like vanilla sky...

I'm not ashamed to scream it's love
His words have burned my blood
I'll carry on to tell you I'm allright
However, I still need you at my side

Probably it's my paradise
To walk around picking flowers
Saving them from the wind
Of course, if there is no you
I wouldn't meet the sunrises of your cold planet
Where sharing bridges?

So good he doesn't know now the one like I
So my dreams are like vanilla sky...