I think she goad my heart but maybe not at all, not at all. I think she was afraid for all the think ́s i said, think ́s i said. I think she went away never coming back, coming back. I shoot her soul I wish i had some blood When she grows up She ́ll know she is wond I think i am alone and there it goes my soul, goes my soul. I think she doesn ́t believe how much she means to me, means to me. Now, she knows what it means it means to be afraid, be afraid. I shoot her soul I wish i had some blood When she grows up She ́ll know she is wond.
