O meu mundo.

Ah se eu pudesse criar a minha noite...
estaria tudo tão diferente,
o chão seria forrado de pétalas de rosas vermelhas
o contorno circular das velas acesas
A vassoura no chão perto da janela
E a música de fundo  arrepiando
o meu corpo vestido de céu á dançar...
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                                   I know for sure his heart is here with me

Though I wish him back, I know he cannot see
My hands trembling, I know he hears me sing

Chorus:

I light this candle and watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ, he'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this if God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

He had to fight like all the rest
In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
I don't understand; at least he was a man...

( Spanish Eyes - Madonna)