The curse of quarantine.
Love, hope and happiness waiting,
And sun in a word just for you
I want to sing them all for you,
You are the morning sky at the beginning of my journey.
And yet there is a curse.
And it is, however, a waking state persists.
And yet I still believe in the couple
And yet there is love ... at a distance.
And yet there is a curse!
I give to the world, I give to the world of news
I love, I have courage and I am afraid,
What I'm saying is nonsense.
I go back to the first syllable, it's all we have left, the chorus.
The forest above me and yours, trembling restlessly ...
Jeflea Norma, Diana.