As we watch the stars.
We found a constellation of Mars
I want to make a symphony
But you believe in an apogy.
I write a symphony, an heard symphony
That sing through your balcony
Through your ears
Make their way away in years.
I wished alone the stars
Would be for me tonight
I wished that you would see me in the night
Because I'm coming from Mars.
To the sky the limit
Just like the hermit
Nobody can see us for decades
We put fire inside the arcades
Once we see ourselves in the miror
We won't believe in horor
Or the beauty that's within
To the bottom of your skin














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