I have an allergy to the heart, I'm singing down the road, I'm a co-pilot, I carry the sun. And I don't need a star, to take me to your portal. As yesterday I was drunk, I was throwing my breadcrumbs. I'm walking through life, without pause but without hurry, trying not to make noise, drunk with a smile, without complex or fear, I sing rumba of colors, and crying doesn't hurt me, always, when you don't cry. Always, when you don't cry. And the milindri calls me, in the world and I go crazy, because when I pick up my guitar, my feet go alone. And this year I ask heaven, for the health of the previous one. I don't need money, I'm left over in love. I'm walking through life, without pause but without hurry, trying not to make noise, drunk with a smile, without complex or fear, I sing rumba of colors, and crying doesn't hurt me, always, when you don't cry. Always, when you don't cry. And I don't want love, I don't want war, I don't want friends who don't love me, without my galons, I won't throw flowers, or false looks, of an expression that says nothing, of the heart that proposes it to me. Because I'm walking through life, without pause but without hurry, trying not to make noise, drunk with a smile, without complex or fear, I sing rumba of colors, and crying doesn't hurt me, always, when you don't cry. Always, when you don't cry. Always, when you don't cry. Always, don't leave me. Always, from your look, hearts come out. Always, when you don't cry. Always, don't leave me. Always, with your word, calm all my fears. Always, when you don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.