Sound (my first blues)
I would like to break the wound,
One way that you can look me again,
Cause my words let me on the ground.
But after have emaciated the rain,
You´ll understand it wasn´t my sound.
Words can sire a deformation
And yet stir with the emotion,
From whence I try make a healing
And hope for your sorry-feeling
It´s true, I didn't lied about you
Just opened my mouth
They distorted the path
Can I hear you talk about my smell again?
After have been dried all the rain,
See you dancing on the floor,
Watch your kiss at the door.
Forget this bad appearance,
Cause this have no reference,
So don´t mind about this beast.
So don´t make me the least.