Banco De Gaia - Oreia

Текст песни

They move and they flow into each other, and sometimes they mix and sometimes
they don’t
They’re changing and it looks like they’re flowing through each other,
and on top of each other, and sometimes mixing and making the colours,
and sometimes not
Will I be able to fly through the different colours?
The ounce of perfection
You worried away
After our reflections
Of yesterday, yesterday, today