Crying on loneliness she passed away
She crossed the crosses
She crossed the space and time
She went away with a cowboy hat
Riding on a motorcycle
With a liter of alcohol
The wind blew her hair
Blonde was her hair
Crying she left the dark room
And smiling went to the streets
To overview and overcome the past
The ones, one her best signal
The ones that she must loved
The loves away
The biggest apple from the big apple
She wanted to be part of it
But just crying she left.
Brás Cubas.