Sweet heart my body is almost over.
I feel the wind hit my face again.
I know keep my dream is too expensive.
I don't care, I'll wait for my old friend.
I will move on in the same direction.
I'm on route sixty-six with the blue sky.
I feel that this is all for my resurrection. Why?
In the distance I see the storm coming.
I feel on my face the drops of rain.
The spirit of freedom is mine forever.
Are seventy horses running on never land.
I will move on in the same direction.
I'm on route sixty-six with the blue sky.
I feel that this is all for my resurrection. Why?
I am still living on move.
I am away from the truth.
I don't fear the next curve.
I see on the mirror, the best curve lagged for behind.
I see on the mirror the last mile is the far.
