2 Yaroslav Gaja Opening the door and landing on the plane I could not see you and say goodbye I barely knew where I would land But to see you, girl, it was my mission There is each tour on television Either in Turin or perhaps in Japan I could not escape, I had to stay The networks were locking me, but a prison I told you where I had acted The stage was a bar Then she and her sins They came back with this song If by misfortune I have to catch And my suitcases to check I would no longer be a singer, a drug trafficker You will always be my part and you will follow me I will show you the way Between the face and the others You will always be with me I am your witness, your disguise Thank you for watching!