The Curves Of The Road Santos

If you want
Knowing who I am,
I can tell you.
Get in my car
And on the highway of saints
You will know me.
You'll think I
Not even like me
And at my age
Only the speed
Come with me.
Just walk alone
And on my way
Time is dwindling...
I need help!
Please help me!
I live very lonely...

If a random curve
I remember my world
I step deeper.
A second fix.
I can not stop!
I prefer curves
Road saints
Where I try to forget
A love that I had
And I saw in the mirror,
Get lost in the distance,
But if the love I lost,
I again find...
The curves are overly
And on the highway of saints
I will not pass.
No! I will not go