I Went Away From My House
One Day With Worries
I Was Almost 18
And I Said To Find Bill
Far Away From The Arguments
I Picked A Truck
Loaded With Wood
I Argued With The Driver
Because He Called Me Little
I Held On With The Train
I've Learned To Sleep
With The Door Opened
I've Never Been Afraid
And My Angel I Will Open Your Gold Jail
You Should Be Careful
And Keep The Door Open
I'm Not Changing The Way
And I've Told The Postman
That We'll Be Together
I Went Out To The Hot Sun
And Drunk Water With Salt
I Fighted With All Of The Bandits
And I Made A Wrong Wish
In A Borrowed Bed
I Saw The Border Of The Abysm
But It Became Habit
For Not Being Mad With The Gods
For Making My Enemys To My Friends
To Change The Truth