I remember roses in the garden, and my mother walking with her tray
I was washing our car with my brother, it was a lazy sunny Saturday
From our house dear Edith sang, and I felt her singing to me
And at that moment I knew
I was feeling tired from the silence in the daily trends
Wanted to feel inspired from the voices higher than my head
I was whistling to myself, little mellow and dark melody
And I wished to be heard
Sitting on the shoulders of my father, we were listening to a classic tune
He told me Amira to his mother, and in the water with the light of the moon
I was looking at that young girl, and I felt her singing to me
And at that moment I knew
I was feeling tired from the silence in the daily trends
Wanted to feel inspired from the voices higher than my head
I was whistling to myself, little mellow and dark melody
And I wished to be heard
I was feeling tired from the silence in the daily trends
Wanted to feel inspired from the voices higher than my head
I was feeling tired from the silence in the daily trends
Wanted to feel inspired from the voices higher than my head
I was whistling to myself, little mellow and dark melody
And I wished to be heard
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