Spectral Tiger Gratis

For the fame and the stars ... Everything has its time



TEACHER WORKSHOP

see how it hurts to be awake and I can not sing,
to express yourself without words, you die if you're not, time passes
and everything changes and I cry alone
that dream that's in my soul, suddenly is no longer,
that the smile is gone, my tears fall
, my tears fall.

choir.

the workshop the teacher come, because He healed me.
I took his arms and heal every wound,
the master's tools, my soul patch,
hammer in hand and a lot of fire, though it hurts me help. Al
know and understand, knowing that I deserve anything.
love is just a pretext, is a delivery is a more
deny that feeling is the decision to love.

come to the workshop teacher,
there, where the sun will set. The workshop

master carpenter soul I come here it is.
come to the workshop of master
No matter how long I will be there to shop
Teacher ...

those days there was cold, the sun appeared.
when talent is not everything, silence is worth a thousand words
nonsense. And a life that will die
if you're not here with me, that serves my singing.

to fame and the stars, if the teacher here is not
to tell you I love you, if you do not want to be,


choir teacher at the workshop come from, because the cure me.
took me in his arms and heal every wound,
the master's tools, my soul patch,
hammer in hand and a lot of fire, though it hurts me help.
Knowing I understand it, knowing that I deserve anything.
Love is more than a pretext, is a delivery is a
deny But that feeling is the decision to love.