All the time before i loved that time,
and thought about all happiness!
All the time after i had stayed lonely;
never lived again that illusion of mine.
Before, when i was young, i allured all the bliss:
i looked to the future further those lines!
After i had cry for all the time i kissed...
Before i had dreams and hopes, in my side,
after that i had the knowledge to live my life.
Before i found several things so amuse;
After i won`t to have dreams to lose them!
Before i usualy slided in a best mood with the gratest loneliness...
After i will stay melancholic in a mess!
Before i had created all the time to change the world,
after part of the world become war, pain and destruction, so my words will stay with "Deus".
Before all my expression was freedom with no doubt, and was growing, growing...
After is only pain that don´t stop growing, growing, growing, growing!