I would sing to you from the moon, I would sing to you from the clouds, I would sing to you to bring the abuse of color, and to tell you what would have to be, that no, you didn't come anymore. And I will sing of sadness, to look for my soul in the sea, just because I was too honest and I hurt too much. I liked it when it was cold, my heart was cold and my soul was bored. I look back where I've been. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. Let me, let me develop, my thought to engage, to suit me, until I pass you, until you find me. And I will sing of sadness, to look for my soul in the sea, just because I was too honest and I hurt too much. I liked it when it was cold, my heart was cold and my soul was bored. I look back where I've been. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. To leave me like this, it hurts, to have my soul in the sea of ​​rain. In the sea of ​​rain.