Tolices (en inglés)

Tolices
They are nonsenses that
I think on you
You does not think about me
Because we walk in the same
Alive street dreaming imagining you

I imagine footprints and
I go them following
It is nonsense I I know
You does not feel my steps
But I imagine
But I imagine
I am nonsense
I know You I do not feel my steps
But I imagine But I imagine...
They are nonsenses that
I think on you
You does not think about me
Because we walk in the same
Alive street dreaming imagining you
I imagine footprints and I go them following
Perhaps one hi
But for me of nothing valley
This would ruin mine makes of account
Is nonsense I knows You does not feel my steps
But I imagine But I imagine...