I want to write lyrics
on some beautiful pages,
to draw each page
with each age.
I want to be colored
and not see that I was coward.
I had to fight –
but still need to be tight.
I have to do something new
but for that I need a crew;
colors and images in a team
that shows what I mean.
I need color and image
for each page.
And I want the life to be rewind
and water make wine.
And you,
let the flowers to be colored
and the tower to be proud.
Let me be funny.
Let the bees make honey.
With the power of a volcano
and with class of a limo.