Sound of the past
it reminds me of my ancient soul
The beauty i have and the silence I hide all this years
I thought I had it right, my life
But I'm losing it
Now, with the help of the past
I remember again
My origin
Imagination has no limits nor boundaries. So let's imagine, something, extraordinary.
Sound of the past
it reminds me of my ancient soul
The beauty i have and the silence I hide all this years
I thought I had it right, my life
But I'm losing it
Now, with the help of the past
I remember again
My origin