My town does not have a view of the sea.

My father asked me . " Daughter plays his flute in a sad song ." And then he said .
My town does not have a view of the sea.
I'm back on the street because it's where I wanna be .
So I will want to prove that alone.
And in solitude follow my path .
The time lost by an unloved.
That did not leave me , but I'm still lost.
This unfaithful love ugly people.
Now I feel this pain and this life .
And only with you I can vent .
Control the desire for revenge without shut up.
Warrior I am, but do not want to fight .
Cowardice does not appeal to me so I 'm going to pray .
For my enemies never cross my path
In a ring need not prove my worth .
I just need to defend myself from my abuser .
So I want your gray and cold concrete ..
Reward  your green that disappeared .

I do not need fame.
I need somebody who loves me .
I need to make my art everywhere.
No aggression and has luck .
Become a child again , innocent romping ,
Paints and draws , Where anything stop me
Make my mark in the silence of the crowd .
In the rhythm of urban symphony of this loneliness .
Because I do not need to enter history
I need you now .