You are a painting of that if they pass hours to examine. you are a song, of that all want to sing you are a poem which I want to declare. You this in everything and all place are in a blank paper in one of screen to paint or in a radio with the songs to touch This is my conclusion, I belongs you What to make then? To sing a song to it. ric. This is my call, I cannot make nothing more I cannot make nothing more, without you. You you smell are it of a so rare flower or that more she does not exist. A simple melody, but that nobody knows to touch. A so expensive drink that they only want to degustar. You this in everything and all place are in the nature, a violo and its notes or a goblet of wine to cheer to me. This is my conclusion, I belongs you What to make then? To sing a song to it. This is my call, I cannot make nothing more I cannot make nothing more, without you.